Now he has to decide how much to trust her with. Would she tell his grandfather? The very thought of it makes his blood run cold. He'd be out in the snow for sure ... But he thinks that perhaps she is the sort who will guard truth with her life if he entrusts it to her.

A grain of it then. He's going to need an ally or two on this one, and he may as well start with a Vor lady.

"Seizures," he says quietly, carefully turning his head away from the guards. "Harmless enough unless I'm in the middle of something. But I've no medicine for it here." No real solution back home either, but he has a few drugs he thinks he might be able to try. If he could get his hands on them.