She shook her head slightly, and regretted the action after a moment; "The survival rate on the first was actually a lot higher than that. A lot, lot higher than that." The motion and the prolonged time spent sitting up had made her stomach start to complain again. Or perhaps it was just that it was time, again, nearly. Her mouth bent downwards slightly, into a sickened-looking frown—sort of a grimace towards herself, if anything.
"Only one dwarf even died of it before I took it, and I think a member of the warrior caste took sick last year, from it. It just didn't work all the time, or even, really, half the time. The other half of the dwarves who took it just had exposure to a massive quantity of lyrium and then hallucinated and threw up for a while." She paused. "Which is very similar to my experience, I guess."
She leaned back against the wall again. "I should probably stop drinking things that are going to eventually kill me, drive me crazy, or both."