Sidony has done the best she can - she is determined to make sure Marcoulf is well taken care of. It would be unprofessional for her to do anything else. There's no reason for her to treat him badly, especially since he is one of the first patients that she has had outside the battlefields. She has given him what he needed, taken care of him, and been prim and proper the entire time without pause.

"Not terribly long, no." Sidony's smile is calm and settled as she looks at him, tilting his hand one way and another to examine in. She had spend a number of hours the day before checking her books to make sure she was doing to do this properly; she doesn't want to cripple him for life, after all, and it would do very little for her reputation to have something as simple as this go horrificly wrong.

"Make yourself comfortable and we can begin as soon as you're ready." She spends her time gathering her supplies, her little bag of surgical tools, some of the things she had bought from the strange Potion Seller in Lowtown and some things she had spoken to Colin about. It's clear she's more than prepared for him.