Being known as the 'nice person' wasn't such a bad thing, Padma had to admit. It meant she could wind up with patients who wanted to keep seeing her and, despite her general attitude at the moment of grumpiness, it made her smile just a little. Her head turned as she saw him holding the clipboard for her and she took it, glancing over the sections before she sat down in her own chair.
Clicking the end of her pen in and out (yes, she should have been using a quill but, honestly, she loved using pens), she glanced up, back at the prescription, and then spoke. "Yes, I do. I know it's nothing too heavy-- just enough to help get everything back in working order when you're in periods of high stress or if you have an anxiety disorder." She gave a little shake of her head, a smile and a chuckle to herself. "Merlin, sounds like I should be on this and not you," She joked lightly but she was back to all seriousness again in a moment.
"Is everything all right?" She wasn't speaking as his doctor then-- she was speaking as a friend. "I mean, you don't seem like yourself."