[Alfyn has spent the last month and change doing everything he can to learn, memorize, and be able to replicate recipes for the most basic medicines possible with the plants in this world. It has been a little dizzying, at times, but there's also nothing quite as comforting as being hard at work, concocting.

So! When he saw an opportunity to work with something new, hopefully so that people could make better use of it and not end up with a whole mess of other trouble, he almost jumped at the chance. (The need for some coin to spend isn't lost on him, either, though it wasn't a motivating part of the decision.)

He's deep in thought, counting out some dried flower petals from a plant he hasn't heard of yet, and Gale's hands on the worktable startle him enough that he jumps, straightening without so much as a tremble in his hands.]

Ha! Ah, oh, hey there. Sorry, guess I didn't hear you coming. [He makes a quick note about the flower count on the paper in front of him, then sets them down, brushing his hands together.] Truth is, I haven't done any proper mixing myself. I've been going through the other ingredients here, laying 'em out so I know I'm working with something pretty even.

[Alfyn would hardly consider himself a man of science. He also knows that changing too many things about a medicine can just kill someone.]

You've worked with this before?