Mikhail nodded and gave an indifferent shrug at Stefan’s answer regarding his condition. “I was mostly joking, really, but I wouldn’t object to an examination at some point. I mean, it’s not like you could make it any worse, eh? But, I’m sure you’re a plenty good doctor, you even have the outfit to boot,” he said lightheartedly, motioning to a place that wasn’t quite where Stefan was standing, meaning to point out the plague mask the doctor was donning.<br/><br/>He was very happy to hear that he hadn’t undone some ungodly amount of work, so he smiled when Stefan mentioned that he could help. “No, of course I don’t mind,” Mikhail said. “I can get behind collecting flowers, sure. I would say it would be just like my childhood, except I was raised underground, so,” he trailed a bit, seeming to be caught up in something he was glancing at in the future. When he caught himself, he shook his head slightly and continued, “And you know, bottle carrying, I’ve done worse.”<br/><br/>Mikhail motioned to where he thought the door was and looked quizzical. “Uh, it wouldn’t involve going back into that forest, would it? Because I’m not a huge fan of it, considering the roots, and the subsequent tripping, and the hound,” he tried to say as lightly as possible. Of course, if that was the case, he would trek out there, but it wasn’t on his list of things he really wanted to do.