He was comforted by her smile and touch, and he patted her hand with his other in gratitude. "I think it'd require a fair bit of productivity from us to get the whole community involved," he said a little pessimistically, but she didn't deserve that, and he could sense the optimism in her voice. "But I think they might also appreciate the opportunity to assist the effort. And honestly, what negatives could there possibly be to a rehabilitation programme?" he asked with a quizzical look.
Her smile infectious, Robbie couldn't help but grin back. "Muggle sweetener," he advised, shaking a thoughtful pointed finger, "Tastes just the same, but is not at all as bad for you."
"Yes," he agreed somberly. "It's an unfortunate consequence to come out of the law to refuse medical treatment, but," he continued brightly, hoping to lift her spirits and eyes from her tea, returning the favour from earlier, "Your idea, from the journals, sounds entirely feasible to me. Those injured through no fault of their own, with a MLE or MAB signed affidavit of their non-involvement, will be able to receive the attention they need. I can't see why the proposal would be rejected, and we should be able to have it in place shortly." He withdrew a parchment of his own to take notes, his tight neat script detailing not only the plans for this Mungo's situation and which officials he'd have to arrange meetings with to set this up, but also the secure housing they'd already discussed.