Growing wings. That sounds so much more pleasant than what she got. Maybe it's a physiology thing, or amount of exposure. Maybe she shouldn't try too hard to work out the logic of how she and a talking skeleton reacted differently to breathing (?) or having surface contact to an aerosolized magic potion. "It seems few people escaped the direct effects. It is extra cruel to include a hospital in this."

Toby shakes her head, her horns swinging. "We are associated with it. I believe the reasoning is, if not for us Dorcha would probably continue as it had been and the non-contact between the cities would be maintained. It's not fair to blame us, but we are convenient targets."