The words seemed to calm Faust; he relaxed slightly, voice lowering a notch or two in volume. "Is that so? You're sorry?"

Was the storm averted? Was everything... okay?

Suddenly, brilliant light filled the room,; when it cleared, Faust was holding one (1) bottle of Château Latour, filled not with wine but with a half-fairy. He burst from the door of the examination room, leaving his assistant to stare at his wake as he left from the back door of the clinic.