Renwick happily accepted the research, flicking through the pages with some interest before putting them aside to address Ernie again. "You're another that's lost 'is magic right?" He said, though it was less of a question than an assertion, "I'm doin' everything I can to try and reverse the effect on the virus. I'm running tests of some of my theories, seein' what results I get. It's been going-" He searched for the right word before settling on, "-well, but there's always more to learn. If you're willin' to, I'd like to see if I can study a little more of the virus' effect on you?"
He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a contract written in terribly small script on a curling piece of parchment, "I just need ya to sign this magical contract to say I've got permission to take and use some of your bodily fluids an' all that. And to say I'm gonna take good care of ya and stuff..." He offered Ernie a quill and a smile.