[ Sidony leans closer immediately - not so close that she might be a bother or, perhaps, risk some kind of danger, but enough that she can see what is happening and what is going on. She's clearly curious and there's a twitch to her fingers, like she wishes she might take notes. ]

Something like a tumour? Some place where it is stored before it overwhelms them?

[ An imbalance, she thinks, much like one humour too much compared to another. When there's too much of one a sickness occurs. ]

Are we investigating, then, a means of transferring what the dragons do to humanoid bodies?