[From the half-conscious noise of dismay Myr makes at the question--not a rejection, just a reaction--he experienced nothing good.
(Also, Lahabrea's question awakens an echo of having answered this same one for Viren not so long ago--and how disturbing that was.
For whatever reason he can't hold on to that memory long, nor share it.)]
I was bitten by an infected Merrow a year and a half ago--on our way to Dorchacht. It hurt a damn sight more than any wound that small should've, even after they cauterized it; the sailors didn't have a dedicated healer on board and their, ah, sawbones said he couldn't get all the infection out.
If I'd had my druthers I'd've waited to get back to Aefenglom to have it seen to. I don't know if you know much of Dorchacht's history, messere, but this was while they still treated Monsters as dangerous slaves, and I didn't want their Coven touching me. But the pain worsened so rapidly I was afraid to lose the arm--no matter how small the wound--and so I let them treat it.
[That, also, was not pleasant but the way he stops there suggests he's not going to discuss said treatment further without being asked.]
Thinking back on it, it's the fear of the infection that was worse than the pain. We've got a plague back on Thedas that's very like the Cwyld in ways, [too many,] and anyone who'd been bitten as bad as I was would die of it. Or worse.
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(Also, Lahabrea's question awakens an echo of having answered this same one for Viren not so long ago--and how disturbing that was.
For whatever reason he can't hold on to that memory long, nor share it.)]
I was bitten by an infected Merrow a year and a half ago--on our way to Dorchacht. It hurt a damn sight more than any wound that small should've, even after they cauterized it; the sailors didn't have a dedicated healer on board and their, ah, sawbones said he couldn't get all the infection out.
If I'd had my druthers I'd've waited to get back to Aefenglom to have it seen to. I don't know if you know much of Dorchacht's history, messere, but this was while they still treated Monsters as dangerous slaves, and I didn't want their Coven touching me. But the pain worsened so rapidly I was afraid to lose the arm--no matter how small the wound--and so I let them treat it.
[That, also, was not pleasant but the way he stops there suggests he's not going to discuss said treatment further without being asked.]
Thinking back on it, it's the fear of the infection that was worse than the pain. We've got a plague back on Thedas that's very like the Cwyld in ways, [too many,] and anyone who'd been bitten as bad as I was would die of it. Or worse.