"Well, I..." Merlin, this had become awkward quite suddenly. She could not recall the last time it was difficult to convey something to her husband, but the implications of what she had suspected were serious. "My love, you said you required a cure so that... so that 'we are healed faster.' Lucius, are you saying that you are a part of... that you have..."
She could not say it, knowing full well the fate his father had met. The concept of losing himself the same way would kill him inside. She did not want to be the one to make him think of it. Again, she noticed him move strangely, but surely he would reassure her to the contrary. Of course.