You've mentioned it, [soft and with a little smile, because as always, the sentimentality is even more so when it's here like this.] but I like to hear it.

[So, anyway, drugs. Drugs and 'a few months,' a sentence that feels like being dropped into ice. Palamedes' eyebrows go up, and his grip tightens a fraction on Viktor's hand, but he knows better than to panic. No ticking clock appears above Viktor's head to haunt him, but rather, ah— he makes a quick mental reshuffling of his myriad projects. Blood ministering and broader healing concepts are going up to the top, inching just a smidge higher than bloodtech or whatever they're calling it now.

He nods in understanding and agreement; yes, notes. Those are excellent.]

I'd like to take a look. The blood ministers don't have anything like a magical cure-all, I've asked. I guess if they had that, the city wouldn't be a sponge for blood and corruption— Anyway. I'll dig deeper for some more tricks of the trade.

[And he will not be 'oh no do not worry about it'-ed out of this one, so please, shush in advance. Maybe someone will invent a new lungs spell in the next month, who knows. He's doing well at not catastrophizing this, for now.]

Something useful should turn up. All this blood magic? It's practically guaranteed.