Thinking better of shaking her head again, Signy opted to say it instead: "No, darkspawn taint makes people crazy, too. When they don't die right away. I've always been told that, at least. About dwarves who accidentally drink from pools that darkspawn have been in, or drank from before them, or ate something in the Deep Roads they oughtn't have. I think they die, mostly, but sometimes not for a while. And before that?" She shook her head. "Mad as a clumsy miner."
Maybe being a Grey Warden would go differently—but even if it did, there was still the lyrium. Grey Wardens had existed for hundreds of years, someone would know if they really should expect to go out of their minds or not; becoming a dwarf mage was distinctly untested. "I - excuse me," she said, as her vision wavered with the onset of more intense nausea, and the need to find somewhere to expel whatever bile still remained in her stomach. She didn't actually lunge at the basin this time, but had time enough to scoot over to it before she was sick. Even if she hadn't been in the grips of her distressingly regular vomiting fits, the smell now emanating from that privy would have probably been enough to make her vomit again; either way, she did so, although it was brief, and followed by a spell of tired coughs.