John smiled at Sherlock tightly, sweat beading at his hairline. It was muggy and humid, of course, but he was also expending a great deal of effort to stay still.
"She's a very good doctor," he told him, switching his attention to Joan briefly, assessing her stitches. They were neat and careful despite the speed at which she'd worked, and he had to admit he was more than a little impressed. "It's okay. Tie it off, I'm- I'm fine."