Calanon did not mind Rayadell's curiosity. To him it was no more odd than a deer or a wolf that would stop and gaze at him curiously in the forest. He'd always thought it endearing when a beast would stop and do that. Seeing it in a girl was different, but not unwelcome. The glow of the firelight emanated and danced off Calanons's face and skin, just as the heat did. He held his hands up to warm them, and glanced Rayadell's way to see if she too was enjoying the fire. 

He was further warmed by the declaration there was a tree spirit here, and a full blown smile bloomed upon his face. "I've not seen one in some time." He noted aloud. It brought him memories of the sacred glades he would tarry at between his Ranger expeditions. Brogach stopped chewing grass to lift his great head and acknowledge the spirit, as if they were old friends. Calanon gave a chuckle, and turned his eyes to look back into the flame. 

That is, until Rayadell asked her question. He looked very young when he gazed at her, as if he still held some of his innocence that the curse had not yet taken away. He hesitated for many moments, before methodically unwrapped the cloth around his left arm. He unwound it to reveal what looked to be charred skin in an odd shape. It was unnatural, and unnerved whomever looked upon it. 

"I don't know," he said finally, staring at his arm. His eyes were hidden by the Elf's thick hair. "Or, I do not know how the Carishes found me. But I am here to relieve myself of this curse." He told her. "It grows daily, and expands more rapidly if I harbor anger... or hate."