There we are, then. Perhaps farming only cabbages would lead to some level of profit after all. Though perhaps neither of us should turn our aspirations in that direction any time soon.

[His words are definitely beginning to soften around the edges now, voice a little blurred, his vision going the same way but his spirits are obviously high, and other than those small tell-tell signs he seems to be handling himself well enough. It helps, of course, that he happens to be sitting down.

His expression does turn a touch more thoughtful, more contemplative, as he continues.]

And you're right, of course. There are an awful lot of things here that seem far in advance of anything I've ever encountered. And admittedly, I became a much better physician after receiving my curse. No leeches necessary when all I need to do is lay hands on someone.