The spell-chime on the door goes off in the workshop and Magnus runs downstairs immediately, a little too quickly on the spiral staircase, dizzy when he reaches the shop. "It seemed like such a good idea at the time," he mutters, shaking his head to clear it. "Sorry, can I—oh, Frank, welcome back."

It isn't hard to see he's looking better than he had the last time he'd stopped by. "Here for a refill? It looks like it's been working, at least I hope it has."