"I vaguely remember feeling weightless at some points as well as a room full of smoke, and the wizened face of the Chasind shaman that saw to me. It was an unearthly sight, with her ghost-gray eyes and her bone necklace rattling over her neck while she loomed over me," she continued. "It was only when I woke up two days after that I learned that Rick carried me to the village and that he and Dustin managed to find an antidote. He was the first thing I saw when I woke up." She chuckled, rubbing a knuckle against her lower lip. "The poor thing was slumped on a chair next to my cot, his head tilted back and his sword lying across his lap. He was so exhausted...the shaman told me not to wake him because he stayed up until his body couldn't anymore. He...."
A more solemn expression passed over her eyes, remembering the lyrium illness that hit him the day before. She turned away from the mage, opening the door for her with a flick of her wrist. "....didn't have to do that really, he was being stubborn," she said simply. "He could've benefited from the rest." She lifted her shoulders. "But, there you have it. My first Darkspawn encounter. While I was recuperating, the shaman told me that I was lucky that the venom injected in me was some kind of acidic poison, and not one mixed with the sharlock's own blood. If it had been....there would have been no saving me. It's the corruption they carry. One bite, one transfer from their blood to your own and you're finished. If you're not a Warden, anyway. I hear those of the Order are immune."