Seth blinks in surprise at Daniel. He hadn't called the clinic for his own sake, after all, and... Well, he's not used to be worried over. Not that he hadn't been checked on by doctors at the base, but it had felt a lot more like them doing inventory count or something, and it generally didn't seem to actually lead to better treatment.

"Of course, if it's alright by you," she answers, turning to Seth, who gives a surprised nod. She holds out her hands to him, and he hesitantly takes them. Feels strange to have someone offer him their hands for once. He can't tell if she's doing anything, but then her face grows suddenly sad and sympathetic, and he wonders how much she can actually tell.

"Well, for right now, exhaustion and probably shock, but not really anything I can do much about. You also have some malnutrition, and... Well, it's difficult for me to really make out someone's mental health," she tells them, though she stays focused on Seth, who doesn't quite meet her eyes and feels embarrassed at the pointed implication that there is something wrong with his mental health. (Even if he knows there is.) "But with plenty of rest, healthy eating, and good emotional support, you should feel a lot better," she reassures Seth, who nods awkwardly and pulls his hands back, stuffing them in his pockets.