[The information is useful, and definitely more than the book ever mentioned. Though in hindsight, knowing it was written for a local native and not a total otherworldly foreigner like him probably explains why. How to handle certain plants would just be common sense for people here, much like things were common sense in Fodlan that were completely alien to him. It's a familiar old experience.

Once they're outside again, he's breathing a sigh of relief.]

Thanks, Dorothea. I really owe you one.

[Once they're seated, he takes the pads, tipping his head back and applying them to his eyes. He winces at first, but he can soon feel the worst of the irritation beginning to abate. Even if he does look ridiculous.

Hands still pressed to his eyes, he grins as a thought occurs to him.]

You sure you're not angling to be Manuela's successor for the infirmary, too? You're pretty good at this.