[Carlisle holds up a hand as Regis places one on his shoulder, a gesture to signal that he's all right -- he just needs a moment. When given a brief reprieve from his hacking -- it does indeed sound more on the choking end than a simple tickle in his throat -- he rasps out a few words.]

Try it out. [His fingers curl, and he wonders if he should go for the empty jar, or the tea first.] Couldn't fully repair it at the moment, but— [probably the jar] —I can come back another day, if that is not adequate. Old wounds take a bit more energy to mend.