The answering question to that comes swiftly. "How? How can it be filtered from blood? Sheep carry illnesses that can pass to humans - that would be a danger. It seems a horse would be safer, but again, the method of filtering the blood..."

Undoubtedly Those Who Came Before had an answer, but he no longer had the Apple to ask questions of. (And that alone was enough to keep him awake some nights, his hand missing the cool curve of metal against his palm, the golden gleam and the voice that would echo in his mind. He had known since the first time he touched it what a danger it was, but he had never been able to put it down in a way that lasted. Now, here, he had no choice as it wasn't here to use. And he missed it like an ache. Almost as much as he missed--)

Enough of that. There were questions to ask.

"Is there such a fine cloth that it can be done? Is it something that could be recreated here?"