His eyes were drawn to his left arm. So numb after the cold, it was still as unhealthy-looking as it had been before he had let Stellar bite it. For all he knew, it was a quick, effective way of knowing what he was seeing was affecting the rest of his body, if it affected his blood in any way. Judging by the colour of his veins in his arm… He had to be sure, and he wasn't going to a pony doctor to find out. On the up and up, nothing too serious was wrong. On the other hand, if it was something terrible, hopefully it would fuck up Stellar as well. There was a bright side to everything after all. The train rumbled along, rocking him gently, the breastplate chafing against him. He probably should have taken that off. He coughed once more and then decided the effort wouldn't be worth it. His eyes grew heavy. He'd get right on that in a minute.