[...He's overthinking this. He hasn't felt feverish since he was a small child, the effects of the curse making it difficult for him to think straight, and this woman obviously just wants to know what's wrong with his current condition. He hesitates, still, willing his body to relax again, waiting until that little wave of unreadable emotions passes over his face and settles into simple, awkward embarrassment.]

...Lady Pyra...I suppose I can't deny a request as honest as that, can I? [He manages to squeeze out a little laugh, if a tired one.] I might have scratched myself earlier, in fact - the scratches have healed by now, but it seems the curse had somewhat of an effect after all.