Sun Mote Copse dead as dead can be

It seemed Perdition’s fate would be left to that of a blind child. Perdition couldn’t help but smile at the irony of that: a broken man being left to the devices of a blind girl. He dipped his head in respect to the dark male. “Thank you,” he said, and then turned to follow Fennec. 

The girl asked him what symptoms he had, and Perdition tried to think of all of them as he trailed along behind her to the stream. “Pain in my back, shoulders, and legs,” he began. “It happens suddenly, and goes away just as suddenly… My hearing seems to go in and out, voices being muffled sometimes… Sometimes I become confused, forget where I am. Some ringing in my ears.” He paused, trying to think of anything else. “My muscles twitch a lot, on their own.”

There was mental trauma, too, but he didn’t want to get into that with a girl he hardly knew, even if her pack had just taken him in. Besides, he didn’t think there was any sort of medicine that would heal his mind. He’d just have to deal with that on his own.