She smiled brightly, sliding her son off her lap, and standing. "Better than ever, Healer Black. The dizziness went away last weekend, same with the nausea." Her son clutched her shirt tightly, watching the Healer with intense grey eyes, "Uh, Frances, this is Healer Black, she's the one who's been taking care of me." Frances stepped forward, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you, Healer. I'm Francis." He said shyly, moving back to stand behind his mother.