Keeping his lucidity is an ever growing challenge for Aleron. Still, with something to concentrate, even if just a puzzle, it helps prevent him slipping back into unaware madness. His brow furrows trying to think of any information that might prove useful to this physician.

"Lyrium is ingested, by the Templars. It provides and amplifies many of their abilities." Deep breath, focus. Force down the pain and think. "Red lyrium is no different, except that just proximity to it can cause changes in someone, drive them mad, transform them with sufficient exposure. Ingesting it expedites the process." Things he did not know five years ago that he has learned the hard way over time.

He sits silently for a long while, trying to force his mind clear and order his thoughts into coherent expression. "I am not surprised you could not reach my mind. A Seeker's abilities come not from lyrium, but from ritual. They are the result of the Vigil. We are also immune to blood magic and mind control." We. As if Aleron had been a Seeker at all these three years past and not a shell of a man.