[Lup closes her eyes for a long moment, pulling Honerva closer while subconsciously leaning into Cor's touch, creating something of a comfort circle there on the bed. It's something else. It has to be something else.]

It... looks like Silverpoint, [is at last her answer, opening her eyes and brushing her hand against the mark as the antidote does its work. Still there, not cured, but it's helping a little, bit by bit. And Honerva's still breathing. It can't be that.] It's deadly, and there's no cure. She described it, and... I swear, it's exactly the same. Everything's the same except-

[She gestures with a shaky hand. She's not dead. A sub-species? An immunity? Something else? She hates not knowing.]