As she asks, the doctor walks into the room. "Sounds like you're both up. Good. I'm the doctor around here, ma'am; so if you'll stay put for a minute, I need to do a quick check." Some scanning, poking, and listening ensues; with Kilmeyer looking resigned to it all. Afterwards: "Not bad. I'd stay off my feet for a day or two if I were you, but it looks like you'll be fine. Bathroom's through there" And off she goes.
The doctor then glances over at Les: "Where you stay's up to you; I can find a cot around here, or there's a hotel up by the bridge. I think that psych type who healed her's staying up there, in case you want to go say thanks."
Meanwhile, up in the hotel, things are currently as quiet as a piano bar is ever likely to be. The piano player's pretty good, if rather fond of drinking songs.