Looking back to Mirabelle, Emiya gave an awkward look of realization, before simply saying;"Solomon?" Iskandrous was perplexed. "Who's Solomon?" He opened the door more, giving the pair a look into his clinic; it was well kept, but certainly colorful like Solomon described. Matching Iskandrous's feminine tone was an equally feminine room, filled with bookshelves of medical books, equipment, and herbs with pink walling. "Oh!" It was as if a light went off in his head, realizing what the pair meant. "You mean Romani-kun! He's so nice," he warmly smiled, practically dancing in place at the realization. "Yes, yes. He warned me you two would be coming. Though he instructed me to only let the pair in here...I'm sorry." He looked at Mirabelle, motioning slightly for her to leave the pair so they could speak in private. "Here, come in!"
"I'm sorry, but thanks for showing us the way."
Promptly entering the Clinic, Emiya took a look around as he let Iskandrous close the door. As expected, both elegant and organized. The pinkish tones of the herbs gave the room an unnaturally welcoming glow, and warmth that made Emiya feel at ease. It wasn't what he was expecting, that being a messy, odor-filled run down shack with an eccentric old man, rather, it was far nicer. As Emiya made himself comfortable, Child still comfortably bundled within his holder. Away from prying ears, Emiya began to detail why he came here, beyond Romani's recommendation.
"So, 'Romani' sent us here because he managed to make a cure for the Red Fever. How he did so, I can't even begin to to explain. It's like he made it out of thin air, after seeing the Child heal only once or twice. He said you'd be able to mass produce it?"