[Her reaction to his sudden concern startles her. The laugh that comes is amused enough that she has to lift the back of her hand politely in an effort to stiffle it. A man who is haunted in his dreams by dead men, and the thought of some wolf fangs alarms him.

How quaint.]

The cure was roughly five minutes of contact with another Displaced. The contact was unpleasant. But it was easily correctable.

[She expertly dodges his first question.]

They may. They are all different.