She found herself smiling at him. "I have no doubt that you could make it up to the tea room without assistance," she told him. "It's the healers I worry about. We tend to push people out of our way and it would be a shame to have to be set back from all the progress you've made."
Sighing, she slid her hand down from his shoulder to his hand. "You are absolutely right. Telling you it will be fantastic won't make you believe it so," Margot said. "All I can tell you is that the prognosis is good. You will regain your sight. It is just taking more time that you wish."
It was difficult to instill faith or hope in someone stubbornly against believing in it. Yet, Margot tried because after all the healing charms and potions, hope was what was left when it was all said and done.
"Of course, you don't have to believe me. I'm only a healer after all," she said, in a falsely dismissive tone. "If you believe you'll never regain your sight, how do you plan on living out the rest of your life? Since you said you don't want to be lying around all day for the rest of your life."