Leland swallowed. He didn't want to say it aloud, even though it had been implied pretty heavily already. "Altered in that I made myself sicker trying to heal myself. The only saving grace is that I discovered on myself and not some innocent person expecting me to heal them." He paled, more from the thought than from the sickness. "I hurt people now, instead of helping them." He went for his tea, his stomach more unsettled now than before.
As if to distract himself, he latched back onto the topic of the illness itself, not its effect on him. "It seems to me that a possible cause of the disease spreading could be use of talents on the infected. It could very well spread that way." He frowned. Magical diseases. What he wouldn't give to know more about them. "As for what one does?" Leland hesitated and then replied, "One must search for a magical cure I suppose. I don't expect a simple mix of herbs will do the trick. I need to know more though. How it has affected others, how it progresses, whether any of this is permanent. Or whether there even is a cure."