At least Syrlya isn't concerned about nudity here. He pauses, just for a second. "It's stopped spreading."

So it's not good, but not getting worse at least. Onc ed he has the pants and coat on, he stops and turns to Childermass to regard the offered knife.

Ah. His eyes widen a little. "It's iron." There's a slight frown on his face as he reaches for the hilt, slowly, judging how safe it is to touch there. Probably should be if it's not sheathed too.