Throughout the appointment, Takamiya sat nervously, twiddling his thumbs and hoping that nothing bad would happen to Rika. Whilst he knew that complications in healing magic were unlikely at best, there was always a part of him that doubted, that worried. Doctor's surgeries in general always made him nervous. It was the cleanliness of the places, the unnatural smell of disinfectant. 

When Rika finally stepped off the doctor's chair and stood on her own two feet with no signs of any side effects, Takamiya visibly slumped in relief. "You okay? Do you feel alright? Not weird at all?"

He ushered her back into the waiting room, thanking the doctor on his way out, and sat her down. "I dislike the doctor's. Let's go." he walked outside, motioning for Rika to follow him. "Where do you think we should go next?" he asked her. "We need to get some money for food and things. Do you have any in those pockets of yours?"