Benjy gulped, the colour draining from his face. He was beginning to wish he hadn't come to this lesson. Tiredness aside, this whole topic was making his stomach churn...and not just Nigel's mention of maggots, or Adrienne mention of smells or... EURGH. Even without the reality of his own mortality from this whole ageing thing (and Hadley's attempt at reassurance), it would have been a difficult topic for Benjy.

He frowned, and bit his lip. He needed to not think of dead humans. Maybe something more like potion ingredients, or meat or something. "They'll be still," he offered hesitantly. Maybe he should ask to be excused? Except, well, he was intrigued where this was going. What if Hadley really did have good intentions?