Douglas lifted the nearly finished glass.  "Quite lovely.  It is good with the beef.  Sae, good choice."  He finished the plate before himself and leaned back sipping a bit more of the beverage. 

He thought a bit more about what the doctor had said.  "Yu said something aboot naive youthful wishes and 'ow should settle down with practice.  What wood yu rather being doing?  Still working with the asylum?  Or what woold yu be doing if you could dae anything?"  He asked curiously.

He knew he was lucky that he was doing what he loved to do.  His art and traveling around finding other artists that might not have that opportunity if he didn't assist them gave him joy and happiness.  There were responsibilities with his rank that were less joyful, but other than his dark moments (sometimes days) were the only real problems he had now.  His trusted staff kept an eye on him when he had a hard spot, so he had not done damage to anyone or himself recently.