"Very well," he agreed. It was very different from any doctor's consultation in his own time, when he'd be more likely to be told 'of course it hurts, you've not got a hand.'The fact that he would even want to knwo about it was new.
And now he couldn't help but smile. The shock was starting to pass, and the sheer joy of it was sinking in. This was no magic trick, no dream or mystical vision. It was real, it was going to last.
"Yes, of course," he nodded, remembering he had said something about that. Darcy had the dog, so he really had nowhere to be. "Henry, I..." he trailed off, not sure how to even word what he wanted to tell him. "I don't know how I can thank you."