“Sweated out would be more accurate, the way I remember it. Templars had it the worst of the natives who took ill — they're lyrium-addled at the best of times — and for them it was mostly the burning out mania. Feverish. But I shared quarters with a rifter, and there were times I'd turn my back and then not know why I was there for a moment.”

Harder to forget someone she was in a room with,

not impossible. At least it had always cleared quickly.

It is merciless but not truly unkind when she says, “The sooner you reckon with whatever you have to reckon with, the less likely it is to kneecap you in six months time at the worst moment.”