No, I suppose you wouldn't be opposed. [Midnight has no reason to be, and Daan realizes most of his issues are personal, but. Still. Him and the gods never mixed well, no matter how much he has tried to run from it.

His head clears a bit, but he finds himself craving. Craving for smoke in his lungs, craving for a drink or ten, but it can all wait. Daan is patient, so he keeps his attention to his current patient.]

I'll keep you informed. It'll require some additional testing, but ideally I'll be able to do more in the future.

Have a pleasant evening, Midnight. You know where to find me.