"Oh, well, that makes it pointless doesn't it," he said resigning immediately and taking another sip of the wine. "What the hell have I been doing this entire time? Maybe something that stores the energy that you can draw from when you're running low instead..." he pulled out a pen and started to write his idea down on the back of his hand. He didn't know if it'd survive the night, but it had a better chance there than on a napkin.
"No, I have draughts for that. Some Slow and Sleep potions calm her down enough," he said off-hand, trying to complete his thoughts so they were coherently transferred. "There. You help even in your bitter disappointment." He rose his glass and tipped it toward the other physician.