"Um," she said, and to buy herself some time, pressed a pad of gauze to his face. "Hold that. We're going to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Uh, no, no, it doesn't have anything to do with humors."

Nothing had anything to do with humors, really, but Ahava wasn't going to start a medical revolution somewhere/somewhen she knew nothing about.

"It's... it's your mind lying to you. Telling you things that aren't true or real. Therapy helps you see the lies."