Starglow Basin Morfeo

She didn't seem to handle his advice well- unsurprising, considering most wolves who needed his help enjoyed it very little until there was some form of relief. Part of being a doctor was dealing news that the patient didn't want to hear. Part of it was convincing them to go against their instincts. Part of it was telling them to do something that might put them in a worse state than what they were currently in in order to heal- and amid the many other parts of his chosen duty that rubbed patients the wrong way, the thanks were few and far between. 

He wouldn't expect her to be gracious, if she reconsidered his advice and it worked; there was always the possibility that something might go wrong, or worse- that there would be no change, no evidence that the struggle was worth it. He took an oath to first, do no harm. Harm, unfortunately, was subjective. 

His experience made him confident, to the point of being cock-sure. But if he'd learned anything, it was that some patients put more faith in a doctor who could look them straight in the eye and tell them what was best. By nature, he would have made a shit pediatrician- though speaking to adults as though they were children was a weakness of his. 

As you wish, He agreed casually, but he couldn't let it rest there. Though- I can't tell them what they're missing until I know what their process is, so you'll have to sit through a bit of interrogation, and that is only if they'll discuss the herb with me at all. If it's something you're trying to keep secret- well- He paused. It wasn't a secret anymore. He watched for a reaction, wondering if he might get some leverage out of this situation. She'd spilled the beans on the greens- how would her bosses feel about her blabbing to some passerby? 

He shrugged. I guess you'll just get to watch and see how it all shakes out. He said with a shimmy of his shoulders.