Faolan finished fiddling with his pant leg and stood up from the rock, stretching, before he reached down to retrieve his bag. [color=a36209]"Hm."[/color] He grunted his assent, as usual, then shook his head. [color=a36209]"Nah, me little sis was allergic to onions, but as far as I know it's not genetic."[/color]

He was relieved that Lucien had not questioned him more about the silver, if he had pressed, Faolan wasn't sure what else he could say. He wasn't ready to reveal more about his condition, not yet anyway, and he didn't know if he ever would be. He reminded himself that he didn't know the lad very well. Despite his sharing from earlier, there was still much yet to be discovered. Although...Lucien did not seem the type for deception, and Faolan was usually pretty good at telling a liar from an honest man. Besides, Lucien had no reason to make any of this up, not to mention he had seen his abilities firsthand now. He only exposed himself by telling Faolan these things, the Irishman just hoped he would not be as forthcoming in the future with any others that he met.