make haste, we've got a life to waste

As she slumps into him he listens to a litany of all too familiar laments. He nods, pulling in his lips and expressing the appropriate amount of oofs and sympathetic sounds, and exclamations.

He was just about to open up on something when she bolted upright and excitedly asked him to make the magical potion he had begged his mother to make on many occasions.

"Oh, kiddo" He sighed with a sympathetic smile, "Believe me, I have tried. I was just like you as a kid. Sitting beside my mama for ages while my siblings played on without me. It sucked. At least we know enough about it now to keep you from getting as sick as I did a few times. I nearly died!" He said with an emphasis, his eyes widening. Hopefully, it conveys how much worse it could be. She still had time though for it to turn further against her.

"If I can come up with a proper cure for this, you'll be first in line, I promise. But one day, I'm sure you'll be fighting polar bears just like I do." He said, ruffling the fur on her head.

"Speech"