Of course he trusts her. She has patched him up several times over, and has no doubt saved his life at least once or twice. When he had the smallpox, for starters. And then after the explosion at the jail. He trusts her medical opinion, certainly above his own, and if she trusts that someone else might be able to fix this more adequately than she can herself? Then by all means, they're welcome to try.

Lord John offers her a warm smile, raising his glass in reply.

"Cheers to that," he says, taking a sip himself. "Much as I'm sure I will no doubt be able to find myself a more fashionable eye-patch, given time, I would much rather -- not."