[ 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?
[He nods at her questions as he finishes butterflying the liver and opens it.]
Not so much transferring as if we can further it, see if our bodies can isolate it but then purge it on their own. The current cure is...
[Anders exhales.]
Not only is it complicated and kills more than it saves, there's an ingredient in it that's vastly difficult to obtain. Great dragon blood. So few Great dragons and so much Blight makes it fairly impractical except when someone is desperate.
[There's a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips for a moment before he's back to looking studious.]
Any creatures other than dragons get blighted and they succumb quickly. Sometimes it takes scarcely an hour, sometimes a couple of weeks, but only once has it been longer. Dragons can go on for so long. If I'd some clue about how, maybe I can make my imperfect cure a little better.
[ There are more dangers in medicine than many people might be able to wrap their minds around; she had learned that through studies and seen it on the battlefield, even if it is only one battle that she can put behind her now. It was experience enough for her, and she breathes out gently. ]
I've never seen the Blight first hand. I've learned a few things, from books, but I doubt they're particularly true to life. [ Sidony is obviously completely interested in the dissection happening in front of her, eyes wide. ] How much do you think you'll learn?
no subject
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?
no subject
Not so much transferring as if we can further it, see if our bodies can isolate it but then purge it on their own. The current cure is...
[Anders exhales.]
Not only is it complicated and kills more than it saves, there's an ingredient in it that's vastly difficult to obtain. Great dragon blood. So few Great dragons and so much Blight makes it fairly impractical except when someone is desperate.
[There's a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips for a moment before he's back to looking studious.]
Any creatures other than dragons get blighted and they succumb quickly. Sometimes it takes scarcely an hour, sometimes a couple of weeks, but only once has it been longer. Dragons can go on for so long. If I'd some clue about how, maybe I can make my imperfect cure a little better.
no subject
[ There are more dangers in medicine than many people might be able to wrap their minds around; she had learned that through studies and seen it on the battlefield, even if it is only one battle that she can put behind her now. It was experience enough for her, and she breathes out gently. ]
I've never seen the Blight first hand. I've learned a few things, from books, but I doubt they're particularly true to life. [ Sidony is obviously completely interested in the dissection happening in front of her, eyes wide. ] How much do you think you'll learn?