[ Edward's eyes peel back open, slowly, with a flutter of eyelashes as he looks back up to the other man, unable to perceive any sign of discomfort, not by someone so trained in masking such things. He sees only a calm, assured face looking back at him, and it continues to elicit feelings of relief. He's in the hands of someone familiar not only with this ailment, but who knows of future treatment.

And even if the drugs aren't able to be procured here..... perhaps this man can still offer him relief. Perhaps there are ways to soothe the symptoms, to lessen their effects. The lead hadn't begun to rot him away, so it won't get worse from here — only stay stagnant, or better. Right? That's the hope he has to cling to.

He sits up a little bit more so he can watch Vasiliy move, quietly mulling it over. ]

My head does ache, and my stomach. Those are the worst of it. My vision..... becomes foggy at times, yes.

[ All things the men had complained about off and on, but at first, was largely ignored by the doctors. Being out on the ice, the stress — many things were ignored in the midst of it all. Scurvy was a concern over time, but he knows any of it that may have begun to settle into him is gone by now, after several weeks eating fresher food in this place. No, all that's left is the poison (how suiting, really, that he should exist that way now. Poisoned. He'll never escape what happened to them all, nor does he deserve to.) ]

At times, I do feel... confused. Forgetful, I suppose. It can affect the mind in that way?

[ He doesn't know much about it, and it's a surprise to learn that it's capable of damaging so much. ]