I wrote the scene of Deirdre using tobacco to raise Kurmal's blood pressure.  I don't know how effective it would be, either, but she had to try something.  I would assume that they already had him dosed with every herbal antibiotic that came to hand.

I dreamed of crouching behind tree roots in the night, with a gun in my arms (one of them oddly stiffened) and a fellow adolescent boy beside me.  I embellished this.  And I added details that would tie it in to another dream yet to come.

Tanjin's arm, at least, proved distantly prophetic.  I suffered almost identical symptoms in a frozen shoulder, for over a year.

I dreamed that Zanne captured the Twitchy Man.  More to follow.