"It is not a matter of trust, more a lack of knowledge on mortal drugs on a Jotunar." He responded through gritted teeth, stomach muscles tense in an effort to keep from tensing his lower half and making it difficult for William to remove the other shards.
"I am allergic to some Aesir Medicine, we presumed it was an illness... now I know better." He gave a soft cry as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, some of the shards were deep and their prolonged presence was proving to be quite toxic to his magic.