The idea that he might see some kind of flesh-eating monstrosity, really see one, was unsettling to the extreme. It wasn't even the kind of thing he could prepare for with studying, since there weren't any books on the matter. People generally didn't survive this kind of encounter.
But then, he thought, a half-dead dragon stumbling away from his masters in a blind bid for freedom had made it. Why could they not, when they had prepared for it, and with Dami himself as one of the party? It was entirely possible not to die, probably. He was warming to the idea of not dying.
It would mean he was going to have to make a real committed effort though. Rats.