He nodded in response.

"Yes, of course." he said.

"It's why I went to the house in the first place." he told her. "...or... what's left of it..." he mumbled.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered again.

"I was doing fine." he then told her.

"My travels were going well. They went very well." he clarified.

"And... and then I saw the house, and I wondered if all meant nothing." he admitted.

"But I'm just so glad you're both all right."

He just sighed heavily.

"I see." he said.

"I'm glad you and Lex made it out alive, let alone all right." he told her.

"How?" he asked.

"I assume Lex was able to act quickly and get you both out?" he asked her.

"Because all that smoke would not have been good for you, to massively understate it." he added concernedly.

"Oh... I see..." he replied.

"That's... nothing short of a miracle." he commented.

"But... well, stranger things have happened." he then admitted.

He then looked around slightly, and smiled.

"And this is a very nice place." he told her.

"Who's was it?" he asked.

"I would very much like to thank them personally."

"...huh. I see." Vincent replied.

"Well... regardless, I owe him so much now." he said.

"He's helped my children when they needed it the most." he reasoned.

"Maybe I'll ask your Aunt, personally." he went on, scratching at his chin.

"Regardless, perhaps now is the time to share my bounty with you." he suggested.

"I have so much for you to try and sample." he smiled.

Vincent raised an eyebrow, and smirked.

"Well, I said I had samples." he told her.

"So let's start with that." he said.

He then lifted up the bag he'd dropped on the floor when he went inside, and started pulling out various containers of herbs and spices, telling her what they were called, and what they did, as well as how they tasted.

He did the same with the herbs, and told her of the recipes and food he'd tried.

"..." he was silent as Aimee excused herself, and thought he heard the wheeze.

"...hm." he mumbled.

He then slowly rose to his feet, and started to follow her.

"Aimee?" he said.

"...are you all right?" he asked, as he slowly closed the distance... wondering how far she'd gone.

"Usual?" Vincent asked.

"It sounds like it's been getting worse." he told her.

"..." he was then silent, before sitting down across from her.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I mean, really." he said.

"Has it just been getting worse and worse over time?" he asked further.

"Is this something we should seriously be concerning ourselves with?"

Vincent was immediately very concerned now.

She was coughing violently, and it seemed like she was actually having trouble breathing between each cough.

"Aimee!?" he exclaimed, getting closer.

He wondered what to do here. Could he use his wind mana to help her breathe? Would that be too risky? Was it worth the risk?

He decided to wait and see what happened. To see if this coughing fit would subside on its own.

He couldn't deny that he hated seeing this, and it made him feel immense worry and concern for her.

"...." Vincent didn't say anything at first, before just sighing.

"If you say so." he said.

"At least you're breathing now. Regularly, anyway." he mumbled.

"That coughing was... nasty, though." he then commented.

"...there has to be something that can be done for it..." he mused, as he thought about it, pondering ways to potentially help.

"A specialist, eh?" Vincent replied.

"Well, I hope they can help." he told her.

"...because you deserve better than that horrid cough." he reasoned.

"And I wish I could help." he lamented.

"But... well... I mean, I'll stop by far more often." he then assured her.

"I promise I won't be so absent from your life." he said guiltily.