Faolan had gone about checking the inventory of his pack, tightening straps, and organizing things before they moved on again. He carried so little with him, just a couple of changes of clothes and some food, that it really didn't need to be done. But, as long as they were sitting here doing nothing but hemming and hawing, he might as well make sure everything was accounted for.

He froze when Lucien started speaking again, but only for a moment before he zipped his pack back up and let it drop. This was exactly why he had not wanted the lad spilling the beans about his 'situation', that would lead to reciprocal questions, and Faolan didn't like that. Although, he was sure that Lucien meant no offense with this question and was only curious, but it was curiosity that could lead to...mishaps.

Faolan had learned that avoiding questions, keeping his mouth shut, or answering vaguely could lead to more questions though, and he wasn't about to invite that. He decided to go with his usual tactic of being direct as possible without giving too much away.

He did not make eye contact with Lucien as he spoke, and instead pretended to inspect a rip in his pant-leg. [color=a36209]"It can be...in the right doses. That was especially bad because it was stuck in me, usually a scratch or prick isn't so bad. Nothin' to worry about, I've learned to avoid it."[/color] Lucien was absolutely right that his excuse of his reaction being an allergy was borderline unbelievable, but it was what he had told people in the past. It was just easier that way.