[Toby seems slightly surprised but also understanding at the doctor's answer. Chilton's disposition seems assuring enough, and it doesn't hurt that the doctor appears interested in and concerned for his well-being.]

I'm not unwell, I'll give you that. [Said with almost a sigh of relief.] No more of that sickness-inducing screaming or disorienting hatred, but there still are some remnants of it from time to time. Not nearly as... incapacitating as before, however.

[He wants to order a drink, though, and it takes some effort to stay his hand. Instead, he presses his palms flat on the table and looks at them for a few moments before clasping his hands together and simply focusing.]

With a little advice and after a confrontation with the werewolf, I've become better at focusing and sorting out the emotions. Though things could be somewhat ridiculous at times...