[The sudden knock upon the door wakes Regis out of his slight slumber. He fumbles a little as he rises off the couch, his movements slow because of his poor knee. Noctis isn't home currently and neither is Lunafreya. So he has to limp his way towards the door with cane at hand.]

Please be patient. [He calls out once he finally reaches the foyer.] I'm simply not as young as I used to be.

[After a minute or two, Regis finally opens the door and greets Carlisle with a warm smile. Despite the gray hair and the too pale skin, Regis is quite a dapper looking gentleman who has the regal making of a king. His fondness for black weave a tale unspoken but as one would guess, he's indeed in mourning.]

I humbly thank you for your aid today, kind sir. Upon this bad leg, I doubt I could make the journey to your clinic unscathed.