Confusion knitted across Anthony's brow for a moment. He never understood why people said they were okay when clearly they were otherwise. The expression was quickly replaced with determination. Healing was something he did understand.
Ignoring the neat stack of parchment that was Penelope's file, Anthony reached into his robes and produced a well worn pad and a quill.
"If no one knows, let's get a fresh start on it. What are the symptoms, and how would you rate their severity? How often does your hand bother you? What potions or medications are you taking? Have their been any change to your routine?" Anthony paused his rapid list and shook his head slightly.
"Sorry. I never got out of the habit of asking questions. Let's just start at the beginning. How was your wrist and hand injured?"