“Something may have permanently changed,” Palamedes concedes. “But that doesn’t mean it’s messed up. May I?” The last he asks as he reaches for Natsuno’s wrist. Assuming his friend doesn’t object, he’ll take his pulse and test his blood pressure.

“Your vitals seem normal, but I’d like to take another blood sample if you don’t mind. Something has obviously changed about its chemical makeup, and even if it is having no effect on you, we should still know what it is.”