Offered with the kind of straightforwardness that Daisy considers reassuring: "More use out here. I haven't got sick in over a decade. Pretty sure the Hunt won't let me. Not so long as I'm feeding it."

After all, what use is a sickly predator? That's her logic, anyway. Back home it would even have held up. She's had run-ins with the Corruption before and come out the other side just fine.

"So if it's gonna be as bad as your old man's saying— then I've got people to look out for. Out here. Knowing you're not at risk gives me one less thing to worry about."

She's pulling a face at herself before she even finishes the sentence. Christ, alright. Just going to say that outright, apparently.