Call him scarred, from these events: from the Plague in the midst of which he was born to the quest he undertook so early in life, to being among the first to drink the Cure. Call him scarred from fighting Noah, a disease manipulator - and it’s probably true. Aodhán had remained the happy go lucky guy he had been before, but he hides his fear of most disease spectacularly - in fact it is only Plague-like symptoms like Warlight’s that he was so careful with.
It’s what she says though, that makes him frown. ”Payment? To the fairies?” Doubt crosses his face, thinking that yes, there were tests, it was common knowledge - but payment? Nevertheless he cannot deny that she was sickened when she walked down that Mountain and got something else in return - or he wouldn’t have been forced to transform. He shakes his head once, not thinking that it’s a great idea at all that the fairies now give out diseases that so look like that terrible one from before. ”And you got... that.” He waves his head towards the empty sky that he’d fallen out of. ”Whatcha gonna do with it?”
from the ashes a fire shall be woken