((I apologize for taking so long to reply...I've been a bit busy as of late xDD
I don't have anything in mind either, so I suppose we'll be ending soon?))

Lorioth watched the cloth slowly become saturated with the potion as it grew heavier between his hands, dark red streaks casually dancing along the rag in thin veins of color. A warm glow filled the cavity of his heart as the doctor looked upon how much of the cleaning he and Elijah had managed to complete, imbuing in him a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. In fact, he was almost glad that the student had bumped into him. This sort of physical work felt oddly engaging and refreshing, and if he didn’t have to go through the trouble of brewing the concoction again, he wouldn’t have regretted this encounter in the slightest bit. Still, he had everything concerning the solution written down in his handy stack of papers, and they kept him from worrying over the matter.

The doctor looked on with approval as Elijah disappeared into the lab to dispose of the leaking rag. As the student came out again, Lorioth smiled and softly said, “Thank you for your help, Elijah. I think we’re just about done.”