'Interested' might be the wrong word, if not for the reasons she is handwaving. It is generally difficult for Lucius, these days, to take over-consideration for the actions and intricacies of others.

But the subject matter itself and motivation to divest books of their knowledge is not uninteresting. Still, he doesn't prompt her to continue, but nor does he end the exchange. "You'll have deduced via circumstance that I am not as adept as, it seems, I should be with healing magics," Lucius says, taking up cane again, balancing it against the ground rather than where it lay beside his perch on the bed. "But I can put together brews related to it, when I've the patience."

Which is not always, granted. And also usually when he isn't dizzy from blood loss. "If you feel inclined to use it, don't be alarmed if it starts to smoke on contact. But I thought you would, at least, appreciate it as a fascination."