It hadn't just been Jo that was being meticulously considered and observed, of course. Anyone and everyone who could be suffering the effects of illnesses, such as O.O.P.S., loquentes ieiuniumtis, or zuccherotosis...Well, any Healer worth their salt would be on their guard with so many potentially infected. The mission was to save lives and protect the public, and Ministry, from themselves. Stress did ugly, HORRIFYING things to people. Dear Ravaora and Loranys had already seen to so many in such a short time.

Truly inspiring work.

It was because of that, however, that Wandastian was a bit more cautious proceeding forward. Poor, POOR Jo. If there was something the matter, Wandy would discover it...and eliminate the issue. She was in the best hands under his care.

"Ms. Smith, please follow me back to a private room...where we might talk a bit more openly." Secrecy was of the utmost importance to the staff of St. Mungo's. It was truly a shame when that privacy needed to be breached, and patients had episodes. Very, very difficult to maintain order in those instances.

Leading the young woman back towards one of the many smaller examination rooms, Wandy held the door open and paused for her to step inside. "Make yourself comfortable, Ms. Everything will be over soon."