"I won't ask, then," Rose said, referring to the bottling of his tears. She had wondered if he'd ever done that, set aside emergency stores for times when he couldn't be present or medics needed to work especially fast; a follow up question to that would have been about efficacy. Rose figured it might as well not hurt to ask that anyway. "Do they lose potency when bottled and stored?" she asked. "Or do you just not enjoy the thought of bottles of your tears sitting around?" A case could be made for either.
"I'm sorry I'm not able to help you discover more of your kind," she said sincerely. She'd not had a lot of time with her family, but she'd grown up knowing the full extent of what she was and what she needed to do to survive. Of course, it wasn't especially complicated, either.