Harry gave an exaggerated wince at the mention of mother-henning. "Thanks for the warning. I get enough mother-henning from Mrs. Weasley and Andromeda." Not that he really minded the mother-henning. It was nice, and still a new enough novelty that Harry didn't resent it the way some of his friends did from their parents.
"That's an interesting thought. Cut-throat healers; who'd have thought," Harry teased, though it sounded not far off the mark from what Ernie was saying. There was some amount of competition within the DMLE, but for the most part they all just wanted to get the job done, and at least for his part Harry didn't care about name recognition. He supposed it was a bit different from actually developing new techniques and spells, though.
When the glow faded, Harry stretched all his limbs slowly, checking for any lingering pain. There was none, and he grinned at Ernie. "Good as new. Thanks. This was much less painful than a trip to St. Mungo's."