Faolan takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly. Her questions are innocent, he reminds himself. She doesn't know what it is to ask him these things. No one would. He's honestly surprised he isn't asked such things more often. About his past, where he came from, where his family is. Maybe the people he usually spends his time with figure that if it's important, he'd let them know. It isn't that it's not important to him. It's just not a thing he thinks he could ever bring himself to speak of. Not without prompting. Not without a reason.

"I... There was an accident," he says, cagily, because how does one admit, 'my family was murdered by vampires', especially to a vampire herself. "I lost. Everything, really. It didn't feel right, after that." Odd, that this stranger almost knows more about his past than anyone else in the city, after as little as that, he thinks to himself. It must be this time of the year, it's distracting.