Serafina moved to the side of the bed, opposite the other boy, who hadn't moved. She laid a hand on Blaise's upper arm, her only move to comfort him, though it was probably more for her than for him. She was glad that he could shrug it off, though not quite capable of doing that herself just yet.
When he changed the subject, she lifted her gaze to look at Theodore, meeting his eyes for the first time. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar, which was a good sign; it meant he moved in the right circles. "Hello, Theodore," she said, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. Are you his healer?"
She thought it safe to assume as much, since Blaise had seemed to ask his healer for advice in the middle of writing, and there hadn't really been time for said healer to leave. So there was that, and the open medical kit on the floor near Theodore's feet. It wasn't really a question she needed answered, though there was the possibility that he'd say no, perhaps the healer was in the other room and all the evidence that pointed to him was circumstantial.
And implied in the question, in her gaze, was the demand for information about her son's condition, if the answer was in the affirmative.