Rose was expecting the two visitors based on the network communication she'd had; she'd been in the back doing some paperwork but set it aside as soon as she heard the voices from the main part of the clinic. She cleared her throat quietly as she entered, just so she didn't take anyone by surprise, and joined the two at the bed they'd chosen.
"You must be Mona," she said, her voice taking on a gentle warmth that was never there unless she was addressing patients. "How are you feeling? Any problems breathing? Nausea or dizziness?" The questions were mostly superfluous; she'd laid a cool hand on Mona's upper arm, and the skin to skin contact gave her magic all it needed for a diagnosis. Still, she liked to ask. She moved her hand to lay the back of it against Mona's forehead, then her cheek, letting her magic feel out all the edges of Mona's sickness before she decided what to do about it.