Yuri weighs the words for a moment. Carefully selected as they seem to be, they give him a distinct impression. "I'll help as best I can. My people have only just begun tinkering with ways to use magic and science together, mostly with weapons... In the midst of a war, you understand... But medicine's a cause I can get behind."

At one point in time, Yuri was a terminal case. The plague had ravaged his homeland and very nearly ended him. No doctors would bother, poor as he and his mother were. Had it not been for that old man and that red liquid, Yuri wouldn't be here now. If he can lend that hand to another, it's only natural that he will.