Faolan weighs that all over in his head. Family killed by wolves. Taken into the Other Realm by the fae. Well, a fae, but taken in with them nonetheless. Living with them there, beyond the world that they live in now. Being cast out, eventually. Having memories suppressed for it.

"How old were you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow slightly at the other man. "If I may ask? How old were you, when you returned here? Without your memories? What happened from then, that you should have not discovered such things until now, you said?" Not that it matters, of course. It's just that Faolan knows what it's like, to be on the cusp of adulthood, with nothing to speak of, nothing of his own. Having lost...everything he had known to be his. If it should have been even remotely similar for this other man, well then. He understands. He understands anyway, of course, but he understands even more for that.