Amba/Waku - Physical

Waku Motohama turns the corner, a mug of Generic Steaming Beverage in her hand and an absent-minded expression on her face. Once her brain processes the blue-braid and tall physique in front of her though, her posture shifts as a different Waku-mode clicks into gear. "Mister Ambaghai! Hello!"
Ambaghai Iriq seems to have been unaware of anyone else present, glancing idly about the room. He straightens up a little and turns to Waku with his usual (does he even think about doing it, or is it just a reflex?) nod. "Um. Hello."
Waku Motohama: I've been meaning to track you down today. Are you busy right now?
Ambaghai Iriq shakes his head and moves away from the entryway, "No. Did you need something?"
Waku Motohama: Just figured we could get that physical out of the way. I have the stuff ready for it.
Ambaghai Iriq , contrary to his previous reaction of wondering why everyone was so against this physical idea, looks a bit hesitant, but he nods anyways, "Alright. If now is a good time, then," he pauses, "The stuff?"
Waku Motohama beckons him along as she heads off down the steps. "It'll be easier to just show you!"
Waku Motohama is apparently keeping the Stuff with the local gay elezens, because when Amba joins her at the bottom of the steps, she's accepting two folders from the pair, along with a stack of paper. After giving the customary polite 'thank-you-very-muchs' and 'have a nice day's, she beams up at Ambaghai before choosing a room. "How's your day been going, by the way?"
Ambaghai Iriq looks at the folders and papers with a vague hint of concern on his otherwise passive face. "It has been fine." A pause, before he remembers social ettiquite, "Has yours been?"
Waku Motohama: Fine, fine! Fairly usual day so far. Lets see...
Waku Motohama: Neat, nothing looks horribly amiss in this one. So, since you've never done a physical before, I was thinking that I would show you how first using... well, you for demonstration purposes. How does that sound?
Ambaghai Iriq: "Alright," he glances about the room, between Waku and the table. He doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do. After a moment of hesitation he shuffles a bit further into the room.
Waku Motohama gestures to the bed. "Feel free to take a seat, and take..." Waku pauses, setting her Beverage down and shuffling through the papers for a moment. She seperates them into a few loose sheets and a bound together booklet, with she holds out to Ambaghai. Notably... They're written entirely in Xaelan. "You'll have to forgive me if the translation isn't the best; mine is passing at best, so I had to get help with it. But I thought it'd be easier to follow along and remember if you had the -
Waku Motohama: - procedures written out for you and the paperwork translated into something you can actually understand.
Ambaghai Iriq takes the papers and glances down at them with the same 'pretending to read' expression he usually gives things that people hand to him, though that expression shifts to something more stunned, then relieved, as he draws his head back a little in surprise when he realizes he can actually read it. He moves to take a seat on the table. "You did this?" he asks, indicating the papers, before setting them down ont he table beside him.
Waku Motohama: Yeah! I mean, again, I found a native speaker to help me with a good bit of the phrasing and to make sure I hadn't written something hilariously incorrect. If everything is totally foreign to you, you won't retain any of the information, so... may as well give you stuff you can actually understand, right?
Ambaghai Iriq glances at the papers again, and nods. "Well. Thank you."
Waku Motohama gives him a grin before picking up one of the forms in Eorzean, setting it beside the translated version she's written out in Xaelan. "We'll start here. The goal of this check-up is to get a general overview of your health, and by the end of it, we'll have filled out this entire sheet. To start with - you've never had a physical before, right?"
Ambaghai Iriq shakes his head, though his focus seems to be on the two sheets of papers, eyes shifting back and forth between the two. "No."
Waku Motohama nods. "So in this box right here - date of last physical - " she points to the location on the translated sheet to help him follow along - "We'd write something like, 'first physical'. And here, in the date field, we'd write the current date. How old are you, Mister Ambaghai?"
Ambaghai Iriq begins to reach for a pocket until he realizes that Waku's talking theoretically, and he doesn't have to write anything yet. He places that hand back into his lap. "Twenty seven."
Waku Motohama notices the gesture, and lets out a soft chuckle. "When you're doing my physical, you'll be writing on my sheet. Or - well, I can help you write in Eorzean, since I imagine Director Brimaine would prefer everything be written in the common tongue here." Waku notes both these things down. Then, "What's your nameday and place of birth?"
Ambaghai Iriq: (( so glad that they put that on character profile, thank you se ))
Waku Motohama: (( IKR??? ))
Ambaghai Iriq: "Near the end of the First Umbral Moon," he clears his throat slightly before specifying, "The 29th Sun."
Waku Motohama nods, jotting this down. "Were you born in the Steppes? We don't have to specify a specific region, it's just..." Waku shrugs. "One of the things they ask. By the way, if there's any information you're uncomfortable sharing, your information will be kept confidential and there's ways to have the records managed where only a Director can review things certain information. Just generally putting that out there."

Ambaghai Iriq: "Um. Yes." He blinks as he realizes he'd forgotten about the birthplace question. "The Steppe." He thinks for a moment, "I... do not think there is anything I want hidden, but I will keep that in mind."
Waku Motohama nods twice. Scribble. "We'll do height and weight in a second... Okay. Do you have any health conditions to report? Like... do you have a chronic illness, or do you know you have a bad heart, or anything like that? Also look over the family history section - " She points to a checklist on his version of the sheet. "If you know of any relatives that have those illnesses, we mark them down - because some things run in families, and if we know about it, we can be on the lookout for you."
Kowa Brimaine breezes into the manor with a satchel-ful of files, greeting the lady with a smile. "Miss Rosalin, good evening. Are you well? I hope you haven't been waiting over-long?"
Ambaghai Iriq shakes his head, "Nothing." He glances over the family history section, though he doesn't make any move to check anything off. "My mother is healthy as well."
Rosalin Menoly seems to relax froma fixed postion when Kowa speaks to her, eyes focusing in on her. "Not as far as I am aware. I am blessed with an abundance of patience anyways."
Kowa Brimaine: "Lovely. Well - " She motions to the stairwell. "Shall we get started?"
Waku Motohama transcribes that onto the sheet. "Good to hear! Next I'll have you stand for a bit - have you ever been weighed before?" Waku asks, gesturing over to a device at the edge of the wall with a large measuring stick and a balance-weight. She stands beside it, gesturing for Amba to step on the scale.
Rosalin Menoly: "Of course, after you miss Kowa."
Waku Motohama pauses, glances at Amba with a squint, and then grabs a step-stool.
Ambaghai Iriq shakes his head as he follows Waku over to the wall, and gives the scale, and then the step stool, a curious glance.
Kowa Brimaine sets her burdens down, smiling. "Alright. You were present at the last meeting Lady Rainteaux led, so I'm assuming you're familiar with her treatment guidelines?"
Rosalin Menoly nods slightly, "The majority was common sense and respect for your patient."
Waku Motohama gets onto the step stool. "So, you stand right on that box-looking thing - and I use this," she moves the 'hat' of the measuring stick up higher to where Amba's head might reasonably fall, "To see how tall you are. There's some neat mechanical tricks that make this work, but I can also measure how much you weigh using it. So if you'll step up with your back against the wall?"
Ambaghai Iriq stares at it for a moment longer before doing as asked.
Kowa Brimaine: "Indeed, and yet bedside manner is so difficult for so many. Have you given a physical before?"
Waku Motohama begins fiddling with the mechanism, resting the top bar so its up against the top of Amba's head and fiddling with the balance so both sides of the bar is even. Time for the forbidden lore - how tall is Amba, /really/? And is this man at a normal weight?
Milloux Allard pokes Catinnoux Janijaire.
Milloux Allard lets out a cheer.
Ambaghai Iriq: (( in case you need to know: amba is p much exactly 7', and... weight is harder cause i had to use a weight calculator, but from what I gather he'd be somehwere around 200 lb, give or take 15 lb. He's not got a HUGE amount of muscle mass, so... 190-195 lb? ))
Rosalin Menoly shakes her head, "No, not a formal one. I have taken patient histories, and documented current injuries my by role has never been a primary caregiver. My experience is mostly clinical, energency trauma care, and administraitive. I have no formal training as a proper practice healer."
Ambaghai Iriq: (( orr.... IDK it's hard to gauge this stuff with no real life comparison ;-; ))
Kowa Brimaine: "Well, no time like the present to learn," is Kowa's bright reply. "What do you think are the first steps upon leading a patient to a room, Miss Rosalin?"
Waku Motohama: (( So within a healthy range for his height. Got it! ))
Rosalin Menoly: "An invitation to make themselves comfortable, formal introduction of myself, a minor mention of experience to allow them to understand they are in good hands, then a request for their name and reason for coming."
Ambaghai Iriq: (( ye! ))
Waku Motohama: (( We can always do *fingerwiggle* generalizations, just as long as its like, "this man is doing okay weight wise" or "please get this man more meals he keeps forgetting to frickin eat"))
Kowa Brimaine nods. "I would add two things and subtract one. Invite them to make themselves comfortable, introduce yourself, and then wash your hands and put on fresh gloves. Ensure they see you doing so. I don't believe mentioning your experience is necessary unless they are present for a more niche concern, pregnancy being one example."

Waku Motohama: And done! You're right on seven fulms tall - just in case you were ever curious - and you're at a healthy weight. Part of why these get done regularly is to make sure you're not gaining or losing weight very suddenly, by the way. That's a possible sign that something is wrong. You're free to sit again now!
Ambaghai Iriq nods again, and heads back to take a seat on the atble.
Rosalin Menoly stays quiet, just listening for now.
Kowa Brimaine: "Well? Go on, try it."
Kowa Brimaine may be enjoying this slightly too much.
Waku Motohama writes down his height and weight. "Alright. Now for the interesting bit. I've mentioned this before, but another reason why we do physicals is to generally inspect the body to catch signs of any possible developing illnesses early. I'm going to put on a fresh change of gloves since I'll be touching you - I'll ask permission before doing each exam, let you know what I'm about to do, and at any time you can stop me if something hurts or you're uncomfortable. Okay?"
Ambaghai Iriq: "Alright," he replies with yet another nod.
Rosalin Menoly does not seem entirely as mithfully. She will remove her silken gloves and the reasoning is rather quickly apparently. Her fingers are almost entirely bandaged, she holds them up for inspection. "It is not always the most reassuring thing to see for a patient, I attempt to avoid exposure of my fingers when possible."
Kowa Brimaine: "My best advice, then, is to double-glove for physicals. Allow them to see you change the outer pair."
Rosalin Menoly furrows her brow, "...I had not considered double-gloving, normally I simply wait until it is necesary before changing my gloves. I wear silks to keep my dexterity high."
Rosalin Menoly: "It would not impede my work much, if at all."
Kowa Brimaine: "It may take some getting used to, but if you are seeming multiple patients in one evening the reassurance that they are being treated by clean hands is priceless."
Kowa Brimaine: "Practice to keep your dexterity up may not go amiss."
Rosalin Menoly deftly switches into a new pair of CLEAN WHITE GLOVES THEY'RE THERE I SWEAR. "Seeing the differing color tends to be comforting, even if I normally wear them."
Waku Motohama nods, briefly going to the sink to wash up and change into a fresh pair of clean gloves. When she returns to Amba's side, she points at the packet she prepared. "Everything I'm going to do, I've written out a general guide to how to perform the procedure. I'll start with doing a mouth assessment - have you noticed anything odd with it lately? Say, has it been dryer than normal, have you been experiencing tooth or mouth pains, has your neck been hurting, or have you noticed any unusual lumps?
Kowa Brimaine smiles approvingly at her. "Wonderful. Now, you've gotten them settled and comfortable. For a physical, what do you think is the next step?"
Rosalin Menoly: "Generally a suite of baseline questions for the record. Would you like me to go through the ones I know with you normally and you inform me if I have missed any, or present them and then you correct me, then present them?"
Ambaghai Iriq glances at the packet briefly before turning back to Waku. He shakes his head, "No."
Kowa Brimaine: "Go through the ones you know."
Rosalin Menoly: "Name, Age, physiological sex, gender, race, place of birth, then use of tools to establish weight and height. As a starter for establishing a physical baseline before medical questioning begins."
Waku Motohama nods. "Excellent! So first, I'm going to do an examination of the mouth. I'll be briefly looking at your lips, teeth, and gums to make sure nothing is some horrible color it ought not to be. Then I'm going to use this," Waku picks up a small, flat metal tool. "And this," she picks up a small light in her other hand. "To take a look in your throat. Again, I'm looking for anything weird - like icky film, bumps or spots that shouldn't be there, or your throat being the incorrect color. -
Waku Motohama: In the guide I wrote for you, I included descriptions of what things /should/ generally look like, based on the race of your patient. I even provided some color swatches! Any questions before I start?
Ambaghai Iriq looks at the tools with a mostly neutral - and somewhat unenthusiastic - expression. After a few seconds he blinks slowly, shakes his head, "No questions."
Ambaghai Iriq: (sec, doggo is barking and might be stuck on the couch))
Ambaghai Iriq: (( back )0
Kowa Brimaine nods approvingly. "All correct, except I would omit physiological sex as a straightforward question for a physical. Some patients may find that abrasive and it is not strictly always necessary to establish certain baselines."
Kowa Brimaine: "Using their name and perhaps asking for pronouns if they do not introduce themselves with such is a good idea."

Kowa Brimaine smiles at her. "I am your patient for the evening, so you may ask."
Waku Motohama notes this with a small chuckle. "Don't worry, I promise its not as bad as it seems," she says, before she begins going through the exam as she listed - briefly feeling Amba's mouth, then instructing him to open it so she can pull back his upper and bottom lips with gentle movements of her thumb, before using the tongue depressor to, well, push his tongue down as she shines the light into his throat. "Say 'ah'?" Waku says, assuming Amba has not freaked out and bitten her by this point.
Waku Motohama || On a scale of fine to hellmouth, how good is Ambaghai's mouth meat?
Rosalin Menoly gives an internal sigh, accepting that this whole night is going to be her being questioned, lectured, then repeating what she just went through. A bit of punishment for her ignorance of traditional training in the face of a long period of service, she IS afterall running a tad behind. "Very well, if you could please give me your name, age, gender, race, and place of birth
Ambaghai Iriq frowns, and resists the urge to pull away. He's not completely successful at this, as he does end up pulling his head away slightly - no more than an ilm. The expression on is face is similar to what one might make in the presence of bad milk. Still, he cooperates, opening his mouth when she asks him to (though not quite enough for it to be helpful). By the time she uses the tongue depressor, his top lip has taken on an unhappy twist. He does not say 'ah', he seems to be too busy ---
Kowa Brimaine chooses to answer the questions first before giving critique. "My name is Kowa Brimaine, and I am a miqo'te female aged thirty-two years. I am from Ishgard. Now, here's the thing."
Kowa Brimaine: "Right now, I feel awfully interrogated. You are speaking to me as a patient, yes, but you must remember that your patients are people. Smile, Rosa. Try asking one question at a time and looking interested in the answers, even if they may be rote."
Ambaghai Iriq || trying to resist the urge to back right off the table. All in all, so far, Waku has likely observed that his mouth is about what one would expect from a healthy mouth.
Rosalin Menoly frowns some, "I am afraid I vastly misunderstood what this night was meant to be. I came to try to complete paperwork between two coworkers on friendly terms, and I have found myself within a classroom instead. I am a tad out of sorts given my expectations."
Rosalin Menoly: "I was not attempting to put on my professional bedside manner."
Kowa Brimaine nods. "It is both, and I apologize for not making that clear. I made the pairings with an eye to which people have which skills, and I was aware that you had not previously given a physical before. Getting mine done whilst also ensuring that you are comfortable with giving high standards of care seemed like two goals made one."
Waku Motohama notes this incredibly obvious distress, and concludes the exam as quickly as possible given that everything seems to be in decent form. No need to pressure him overly much; it's his first physical ever, and she'd rather ease him into it as much as she can rather than do everything Extremely Meticulously and By the Book. Setting both tools down beside him, Waku gives him a smile. "I haven't been kicked once yet, so I'll call that a 'job well done' on your part - luckily, that was the worst -
Waku Motohama: bit. Your mouth looks healthy, and you take decent care of your teeth from what I can tell. How are you feeling? Enduring this alright?
Rosalin Menoly takes a moment, closing her eyes. Her posture adjusts some, her shoulders loosening as she reopens her eyes. "Thank you miss Kowa, now we need to take some baseline physical measurements. Would you please follow me this way to the scale?"
Kowa Brimaine looks pleased. "Of course."
Rosalin Menoly: (( i declare this the scale corner. ))
Rosalin Menoly: "If you would please remove your shoes, coat, and any objects within your pockets for me."
Ambaghai Iriq returns to looking perfectly content quite quickly once she's done this part of the exam. "I won't kick you," he replies, having taken the statement seriously. He runs a thumb over his jawline briefly before answering her question. "I am fine."
Rosalin Menoly pauses, making a small notation. "Thank you miss Kowa, you may put your shoes and coat back on. If you would please sit back on the bed, we will delve into the medical questions. I will try not to keep you over-long."
Waku Motohama: I appreciate it. Once had someone nail me right in the delicates when I was trying to administer treatment - though to be fair, that wasn't really a routine physical exam. That was a day. Alright!
Waku Motohama proceeds smoothly like she hadn't just said something awful. "I'm going to feel your neck next. I'll be checking your lymph nodes to make sure they're not swollen."
Ambaghai Iriq looks about to respond to her first statement, but by the time he's opened his mouth she's already moved on. He closes it again, nods, "Alright."

Rosalin Menoly: "As part of standard procedure, I will need to take your pulse to check your heart rate and check your breathing. If I may I have your wrist please?" There is a pause, "Normally if a patient seems especially skittish or nervious I ask for more overt permissions and explain every move and action I am about to make. I have...unfortunately run into more than my share of abuse victims. You can see it in the shoulders, when you need to be extra careful."
Kowa Brimaine nods approvingly, presenting her wrist. "That is a very wise course of action as well as an intuitive one, and I would encourage you to keep up with it."
Rosalin Menoly will gently take her wrist, the gloves shockingly cool to the touch. She will look Kowa in the eyes, and give a very slight smile before looking at the chronometer to keep time. "Could you tell me about your daily routine while I count miss Kowa. When you go to bed, when you normally take meals, any particular exercises."
Waku Motohama feels around Amba's neck, lightly pressing in at two points, then another pair of points, proceeding along like this until she briefly examines his face. "Are your scales sensitive at all, or do you have any problems being touched on your horns?"
Kowa Brimaine hesitates for perhaps a moment longer than she'd like, then, "I don't have an established daily routine, sad to say. I eat and sleep when they can be managed between tasks, although I do enjoy a walk in the evenings."
Rosalin Menoly gives a slight frown, "I imagine you are aware of the fact that a regular routine for sleeping and eating leads to more energy and better general health. I would encourage you to attempt to regulate yourself a bit more, especially if you are undergoing stressful activities. Even if not physical, the body needs time to repair and upkeep."
Kowa Brimaine: "I am indeed aware, and I will take that under advisement. Or I will be scolded until I do, whichever comes first."
Ambaghai Iriq seems to be more okay with her touching his neck, though she might notice some stiffness in his posture. He shakes his head, "No."
Rosalin Menoly turns her head back to Kowa, "Healers rarely succeed in scolding each other into action. We already know better and ignore it." she will let go of Kowa's wrist, patting her hand lightly. "Now, for some more involved questions. If you feel uncomfortable answering, please inform me...but be aware this information may be important in future treatment, and will remain confidential."
Kowa Brimaine: "Of course."
Rosalin Menoly: "Do you have any injuries at present, or are you currently undergoing any treatment for injuries or long term conditions."
Waku Motohama nods. "Alright, first I'll take your pulse, and next I'll do a scale and horn exam - here I'll be making sure they're not... like, gross and flakey, and I'll be tapping on your horn at a few points to make sure everything related to your hearing is fine. Ready?" She asks, hands ready to settle on his neck. "After that, I'll show you how the stethoscope works. Ever seen one of those/"
Ambaghai Iriq nods. "They should be fine," he replies in regard to his scales. At the mention of the stethoscope his thinks for a moment, "I... am not sure."
Kowa Brimaine: "I have a poor constitution and do suffer physical symptoms upon aetheric exertion," is the easy reply. "I am currently not in treatment, although that may change."
Rosalin Menoly makes a few more notations, "Do you find more fatigue after long-term activities, or singular heavy actions?"
Kowa Brimaine: "Singular actions. I cope with, say, a long day of healing easier than a sole patient who requires extensive aetheric work, for example."
Waku Motohama takes his pulse first, counting down on a chronometer as she measures his heart rate. After jotting a few things down on her paper, she moves on to his scales, pressing into them lightly as they go up his neck, feeling his horns, and tapping on them lightly - after each time asking if he heard it or not. Inbetween these routine motions, she explains, "It's a tool that helps you listen to how things inside of your body sound. I'll be using it to listen to your heart, lungs, neck, and your -
Rosalin Menoly: "That is good to know, thank you. I would recommend you make an appointment for a more indepth exploration of this condition if you feel it actively interferes with your activities more than twice a week." There is a pause, "Do you have any sensitivity to aether treatments, or any allergies that you know of?"
Waku Motohama: abdomen. Of course, stethoscopes designed for our use have to be a little different - you know. Horns.
Kowa Brimaine: "I have no allergies that I'm aware of, and...hm. Generally, little to no sensitivity to aether treatments."
Rosalin Menoly raises an eyebrow, "You said generally, has there been an exception?"
Kowa Brimaine: "Not for a very long time. Assume that standard aether treatment will work just fine."

Ambaghai Iriq waits patiently while she takes his (perfectly normal) pulse, and doesn't protest the investigation of his scales (they seem fine. Perhaps a little dry, though he seems to take care of them). His hearing seems to be fine, he twitches away reflexively with th first tap, but seems to get used to it for the rest of that portion of the exam. He listens quitely the her explanation of the stethoscope, raising a hand to one of his own horns when she mentions it.
Rosalin Menoly shakes her head some, "Unfortunately that is the extent of my knowledge for physical exams barring a specific complaint or reason for coming in. I imagine quite a few things on a standard exam that I am either unaware of, or lack the skillset for."
Ambaghai Iriq: "I rarely think on how things must differ for those who don't have them."
Kowa Brimaine smiles at her. "You did wonderfully. This is the point in which you would ask the patient if they had particular concerns that could be addressed during their visit, but for the purposes of teaching we can stop here. Remember to be gracious, yes? Smile, engage. You have the right instincts. You'll do just fine."
Kowa Brimaine stands. "And with that, time to switch places."
Waku Motohama grins. "Here, let me show you!" Waku picks up one of the other tools she's assembled, letting Amba take a look at her stethoscope. "This bit is what goes against the patient's skin," she explains, indicating the disc at the bottom of the tube. "And these pieces here clip onto auri horns. A 'normal' stethoscope has these, like... bizarre nubs that the other races stick into their ears, into that weird hole-bit and the canal they use for healing. Wild, huh? Sticking things into head-holes to -
Waku Motohama: hear stuff.
Rosalin Menoly: "For a normal clinical visit I do just fine, but for a formal physical I lack the trianing to inspect eyes, throat, ears...none of that is within the norm for me."
Waku Motohama: (( *hearing ))
Ambaghai Iriq furrows a brow when he thinks about this, then nods in agreement with Waku. "It does not seem like a place that things should go into."
Kowa Brimaine: "Those will require more specialized training - ideally that that comes from observation. We can work on that at a later date, but I'm happy to see you're aware of your strengths and limitations.
Kowa Brimaine: "For now, I'll wash my hands and ask you to get comfortable, yes?"
Rosalin Menoly: "I feel the most valuable bit of knowledge, is to know when you are out of your depth and need support."
Waku Motohama: I know, right? And, like - during a hyur physical, for example, you've got to actually... look into their ear with a light, because it can get /infected/ in there.
Kowa Brimaine: "A wise notion."
Waku Motohama shakes her head. "Mind lifting up your shirt for me? Just a bit, so I can see your stomach."
Rosalin Menoly: "Take your time...I would not object to a complete rescheduling of my own physical..."
Kowa Brimaine: "Wouldn't we all," she teases as she washes up. "Please, have a seat. Would you reiterate your name and place of origin for me, please?"
Ambaghai Iriq stares blankly at Waku. "It can... get infected," a pause, "I cannot imagine it is nice to look inside of those... holes." He pauses when she asks him to lift his shirt, but he does so, quitely counting himself lucky that he hadn't worn anything long today.
Rosalin Menoly slides the examn gloves off, flexing her damaged fingers. "Rosalin Menoly, I hail from an islands south east of Vyrbrand. If it is easier simply list La Nocsea."
Kowa Brimaine: "I see. Might I ask your age and race, please?"
Rosalin Menoly nods, "Hyuran, thirty two years of age." This contrasts with her outward appearance, she looks nothing outside of her very early twenties.
Waku Motohama shakes her head, attaching the clips to her ears. "It isn't - not one bit. So, after this, I just have a few questions for you, and then we'll be done!" Placing the stethoscope on Ambaghai's stomach, she listens for a moment, nods. "Alright, Next I'll be listening to your heart in a few places, and then I'll be putting this on the back of your chest - I'll be comparing how the front of your chest sounds with the back of your chest. It's to make sure your heart is beating alright and that -
Kowa Brimaine indeed is not expecting them to be the same age, ears lifting in surprise. "Might I trouble you to step over to the scale, please?"
Waku Motohama - you're breathing just fine." If he seems okay with that amount of touching, Waku proceeds to move on with ascertaining his General Wellness.
Ambaghai Iriq tenses quite noticeably because Stethoscope Cold, however he doesn't protest to any of this. Everything should sound fine.
Victory or Death is now playing.
Waku Motohama nods. Nods again. Notes a few things down as she says, "Great news - so far, you've got a great bill of health. To finish up... do you have any known allergies, including allergies to any types of elixirs or medication?"
Kowa Brimaine: "Excellent. Please, have a seat."