Tolten stood back up, casually grabbing his shirt and pulling it back on. Or at least trying to appear as though he were doing so casually. His face sobered some and he nodded, frowning.

"There have been...mentions," he said, in regards to feeling ill. "I don't know what I believe, honestly. But...it's a bit worrying. I assumed I was just fatigued and nauseated due to running about all night, every night. I don't assume that any longer."

But surely...surely it was just some manner of bug. They were kept in closed quarters, only bathed every three days...even in a 'hospital' that was a breeding ground for illnesses.

"You're very useful, Locke. Just not currently for killing things."