"You'd be surprised sometimes..." Dhalvasha murmured, sliding beside Vasho to help set the leg straight, "Apprehension robs beginning apprentices of their wit sometimes. The ability to make decisive actions is essential in a doctor. Mistake or success, we cannot do it half guessing ourselves." Holding the leg straight as both of them strained to set it correctly, Dhalvasha looked at the young Veldrys with the hint of ulterior interest. Extending that immunity...perhaps his interest in surrogates was akin to Dhalvasha's own, the means to save their race from the rapid decay of self destruction. Perhaps it would be prudent to enlist such a mind for assistance...but Kalinor was becoming stifling and the doctor was not long for the caves.
After the leg was properly held in place, a process Dhalvasha let Veldrys spearhead, he pulled another jar from his own robes and set it beside the others. It was empty, with an animal skin covering the top. Collecting venom from Symenestra was similar to collecting venom from a snake...milking is what they called it, a process he had observed briefly before. Already a collection of his own venom, and the venom of nearly every unconscious Symenestra that had come under his hands took up a dusty collection in his office.
"My father told many stories," the Widow answered with a shrug, "Whether they were true or not is for him to know."
Smiling, Dhalvasha began putting away the supplies from the medical visit, a tidy workspace for the next doctor to pass through. It was common courtesy in the Place of Purging to leave little of ones progress behind. The chart would be left by the door, an examining physician would look over the work and check the clumsy Vasho out. Hopefully in a month or two he'd be back to climbing with minimal damage...more careful now than he had been.
"There is no known neutralizer to Symenestra venom," Dhalvasha answered Veldrys gravely, "As far as medical knowledge has progressed here, the death of the surrogate is almost always assured...removing the child before birth is only marginally successful and far more risky for the baby." He turned away, his own failure written on his face, "Not many put stock by the method any longer."
Picking up the jar, Dhalvasha turned to Veldrys and offered it, proffered in his grasp. "Bite into the jar as though into your prey, instincts and fangs should do the rest...have you eaten recently?"
It was important to know how well fed his donor was. Particularly deadly venom from a malnourished Symenestra had to be labeled as such, and was looked upon exceedingly poorly by the community. Not many understood Dhal's experiments and the Widow preferred it that way. If something came of them, he would be a revolutionary figure in medicine...otherwise regarded as an eccentric doctor with particularly morbid habits.
"A conscious surrogate?" Dhalvasha thought, knowing most of the ones actually in the place of Purging were usually sedated on principle. "I shall arrange a visit for you to the Nest," he said at last, nodding. "In a weeks time we will visit the place together and you can speak to the Surrogates, if you want."