He leaned on the doorway. One hand smushed over his mouth and his brow wrinkled. She seemed worse, now. More nervous, though he wasn't sure how. She had just slain a cat, and now she was afraid of the doctor?
The medic sat his bag down and pulled the remainder of the herbs from her wound, careful not to prick her with the thorns. He was a nervous little man, and made a sort of squeaking sound every once in a while. Maybe he was talking to himself? Trying to remember something? Neo unfurled one of his wings and started preening, nervously running his fingers over the blue feathers.
When at last the man seemed satisfied with his mutterings, he pulled out some bandages and salve. "You did a fine job. Fine job, yes, yes." He twittered. "Cats claw is good for many things. Many things. Hm, hm!"