[that's... quite a response. is it really so strange to be seen by a chirurgeon? francel wonders. were there no physicians in this man's world? perhaps he lived some sort of extremely nomadic lifestyle...]

Well... perhaps so. It might be reasonable to conclude that I have a weaker constitution than you — er, than your friend does. The pain from my transformation proved rather too much to bear, so I sought a Bond rather quickly, and that has made things far more manageable.

Still, if the pain from his greying skin worsens, persuade him to pay the Coven a visit. 'Twould be the least you can do as a friend, and I promise they won't think it's... weird.