Responding with an appropriately humored chuckle, Ambrosius lightly shook his head, seconds from immersing himself in profound meditation. "No I haven't forgotten. But I'm certain you weren't actually trying to kill me, just finding some nourishment and a little fun", he flirtatiously teased, eyes flickering with violet scintillation. Submerged in a physically petrifying meditative state, an hour-long duration of mystical replenishment commenced, energies regaining dynamism and vibrancy as a subtly luminous rim of violet light festooned the Portuguese Merlin's seated frame.
And as if to emphasize the apparent success of the endeavored ritual, an incandescent, harmless flame tersely radiated all about the Intellectual Illusionist prior to it's visual dissipation. "Well", his voice conveying his evident contentment, "I'm a sorcerer again", he enthusiastically smirked, conjuring a succinct sphere of light as a manner of assessing the success of his magical restoration. "Arturia", Ambrosius began, diverting his gaze towards his eyes, "I will need your help for my elemental magic. Not now of course, but soon. My contract with the nature spirits was broken. Communicating with them from the material plane wouldn't be wise. It would be better to go to their realm and meet them face to face. Their realm is dangerous however. And my illusions can only do so much. Divination well, it is not an offensive tool".
Requesting her assistance, he reveals, "I need you to go with me to make sure that I don' die. You are more powerful than I am right now. And I'll need someone that I can trust".