"Stark?" Ignis' attention shifted from where he was trying very hard not to practically crush Liliana's poor hand from holding it so tightly, unable to keep a flood of relief out of his voice. "Yes. Please. If you think you can..."

Conveniently, Gladio was then returning from the bathroom, having...briefly considered the small succulent on the window sill and then firmly dismissed it, and then blinked a little to see Stark standing there.

"Hey, look," he said. "A medical professional."

Sort of. He worked at the clinic, that counted.