[Robert sobers a little at this. Though he holds immeasurable second-hand pride for the fact Don is self-taught, the fact that Don couldn't get a proper education still makes his blood boil, or at least makes it percolate a little. It's hard to get him to proper blood-boiling anger.]

... I imagine you might... be even more brilliant than you are...

[He can't ignore all that shifting and generally-sounding-ill, though, so he takes the moment to address it.]

Don... would you rather me draw upon Nala to help with your symptoms...? You seem... greatly discomfited.