[He slowly tilts his head.] An apple tree grower. [People can write just about anything. He picks up the jar, the doctor's curiosity getting the better of him. He hesitant at first to ask, considering this man will figure out the rest of the truth eventually, but getting the knowledge where he can means he could look into dealing with his condition sooner as well.]

If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to learn what you've uncovered sometime. I've only had a chance to study what medicines to apply where, but not much behind their creation.

[He puts down the jar, looking down at Ophilia for a moment. Some thicker cloth. He takes the cloak off he had been made to wear for his role.] Will this do?