[ against his wishes, he feels his face heat up just barely at the suggestion of her hands against his ears - it feels ticklish and a little strange, but, more than anything, it's a slightly intimate gesture in his world, and it's odd to have a girl he hardly knows doing it. But he'd rather endure this and (hopefully) have his hearing return than go on another day living as a deaf rabbit, so he bears it. Distractedly, Zara wishes he could see what was going on. How does healing magic work, exactly? Especially when one doesn't know the cause of the injury.

It quickly becomes obvious that it was worth it; his ears twitch right away when he hears the ambient noises of the hospital - the whirring of machines and such - and again at the distant sound of her voice. Not perfect, but better than nothing, and better than what he'd been able to accomplish. He stands back up quickly, face clearing up into something surprised and much more energetic. ]

I can...! Just slightly, but... Goodness, how does that work? [ a pause, then a chuckle. ] You've come here as a patient, but it seems you're doing more than the doctor can.