[He draws his hand back, pulling the blanket he'd retrieved closer, like a shield to protect himself from the misery of those memories.]

Because... I was one.

[And there was no denying it. As much as people tried not to use the word with any malice, the fact of the matter was that he was classified as a monster. No amount of kind words would change that, nor erase how he felt about it.]

Did I... tell you what happened in Geardagas? [She recalled the name earlier, faintly. He thinks he mentioned monsters briefly at that point, but hadn't gotten into it, with how messy a subject it was for him.] About people transforming. It wasn't... temporary. Or curable.

[Unlike his moment as a noctaere, which ended so violently. Despite the terror of that moment, he still considers his time as a Fae worse.]