"Oh-" She froze in his grip, blinking down at him. Then, with a sigh, she relaxed slightly and let her hand rest on the top of his head, his face pressed into her bodice as he seemed to be scenting her skirts.
The poor thing just looked like a kicked puppy, and she didn't have the heart to scold him for his impropriety.
"Sapphire, I'm sorry," she murmured. "I don't have any medicinal skills, I can't make it better, sweet." She hardly noticed the term of endearment, speaking as she would to soothe a child. She stroked his hair, then her fingers trailed absently to the backs of his ears, giving gentle little rubs as she might have with a dog or cat.
"Here we are!" The healer returned, paused a moment when he saw their suddenly rather intimate embrace, then mumbled something about young lovers and got to work. Lyra didn't bother to correct him. "Show me your arm, lad. I'm afraid this may sting a little."
Lyra kept one hand in Sapphire's hair, stroking his scalp and ears, and offered the other to him. "Just squeeze my hand if it hurts, okay?"