Theodore hadn't had a chance to respond to Blaise before they were interrupted, except to advise him about whether it was a good idea to go home, but that was alright. He quickly came to the conclusion that this was Blaise's mother, given the fact that Blaise had been talking to her only moments before.
He certainly wasn't going to blame her for barging in when her son was injured, since she must have only just found out; however, he did feel slightly awkward for the fact that he hadn't looked entirely professional when she'd walked in. She seemed to take it all in stride and got straight to the point; he barely even noticed or minded that niceties had gone right out the window. That tended to happen quite a bit when there was injury or sickness involved.
Had they been in the hospital, he probably would have ducked out of the room to give them a bit of privacy; as it was, she was between him and the door, and he wasn't certain what the protocol was for a healer making a house call. Especially since she probably didn't even realize that was why he was here, considering that he'd finished with everything related to healing before she'd arrived.
When he was introduced, however, it seemed she'd come to that conclusion anyway. That was a bit of a relief; he found it easy to be addressed as a healer. "I understand," he said, inclining his head slightly as a sign of respect. "Yes, I am. Blaise wrote to me for help after he was attacked. He'd lost quite a bit of blood, but it's been restored now, and his wounds are healing. I expect he'll be just fine in a few days."
He hesitated, considering getting to his feet, unsure if he still belonged here now that his job was done. His conversation with Blaise hadn't been finished, but that could wait. He wasn't sure who he should be directing his question to, though. "Would you like a moment alone?"