"Aren't they one of the same? The clinic and the lycanthropy, I mean," he said, turning serious.
He shook his head. "No, I'm fine, but anything I can do to help. It's why we came up with it. Come, let's find something more private," He put a hand on her back and led her into the kitchen. Inside, you couldn't hear the music thanks to the spells in place. "All right, ask away."