"I've ended up near your shelter. Prague Mill, yes? I..."

Steady, Father.

"I was attacked. I'm ill. If you can, I'd like to check if it's Blight. If it is, I would rather not waste my time lying in bed and becoming more dangerous."

He squeezes his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath. Peter makes some kind of sad chirp. "If this isn't something you can help me with, please don't worry about it, but it would make things far easier."