Silviya let out a nervous laugh, "Asking me to move in directly after a life threatening injury is a classic reactionary move." She shook her head, "I'm not moving in, I just figured while you're getting settled back in it's easier than heading home everyday. Think of it as a... staycation. I've heard that's a thing." She couldn't meet his eyes again though, hoping the rejection - no matter her reasoning - didn't sting. Just then, luckily, the Healer arrived. She had bright red hair and a non-nonsense but funny vibe about herself.
"Miss Capper. Good to see you again. I can't say I envy your role as caretaker after the last few weeks with this fellow," she joked. At least, Silvie thought she was joking. She gave the Healer a light laugh, "I'm just glad to have the chance," she said, meaning it.
"Good then, just fill out this paperwork, Terence, and then we'll ave an Orderly up to escort you to the street. In a wheelchair." She said the last bit with a smirk and a look over the edge of her glasses.
Silvie laughed heartily this time and give the paperwork to Terence before fishing a pen out of her hair for him.