"Oh, there's no reason to dither." He wished he had more guidance on what he was intended to do here, but... well. His more recalcitrant patients were an excellent negative example. They let their wounds fester, and all it gained them was pointless agony.

He'd rather work as he had before. To make the world more beautiful. "The plants thrive in bloodstained ground. Lumenwood is perfect for them--Particularly outside a surgery." He gestures to the open door behind him. Everything's still sparse and barely furnished, but it's difficult to mistake the place for anything else. "What good fortune you're here. I've barely had the time or funds to scrape together any tools. Why don't you come inside?"