He takes up a position at the end of the bed, standing perfectly straight in his habitual posture, with one hand at his side and the other resting in a loose fist at the small of his back.

He would offer to leave to give Ciri privacy, but she is very new at this inn and he is a familiar face, at least a little. He also knows very well how difficult it can be to let yourself be vulnerable to a doctor's ministrations, no matter how well-intentioned.

"Did the curse strike you, too?"