John looked at her, frowning. "I didn't change myself." He hissed, "It happened the moment I walked through the door. Much like my magic not working with Sherlock." John was so much like his father. He refused to back down from anything or anyone. Daniel Hamish Watson was a force in his own right.

He looked back to the healer and then coughed. "Thank you. Luckily those are easy to find in the Upper World."