'Ate a mouse to go mad' doesn't mean Yuya's going to encourage this nonsense. He grips his wrist perhaps too tightly, his gaze flickering quickly over Strange's face as if he's--looking for signs. Pain, stiffness, faintness, collapsing--

"The one from the Hunt." He's barely above a whisper when he speaks. There's only one Fae whose poison he tangled with. That's how he'd called it when they talked before, though Yuya's in too much panic to remember previous conversations and what he has and hasn't told Strange. "They said they cured it. Even the second time, it was supposed to be gone."

So why is it still in his blood? Is he still sick? Dying?