[Carlisle shakes his head, shame coloring what features can be seen above his mask.]

His hand seemed to be all that was affected, but the skin was rotting away not even a minute after he'd approached me. It was decayed, sloughing off, revealing the muscle beneath. I- I know not if he is all right. He went to the medical ward, and I have not spoken to him since. I could not bring myself to do so.