"I think so."

Paul sinks to the ground and folds his legs underneath him neatly, unconcerned by his knees on the stony cave floor. He closes his hands and leaves them that way as loose fists on his thighs, this lips thinning lightly as he contemplates how to expand on his answer.

"I'm not an Arcane Scholar, but I know a few things," he says, reluctance more than modesty curbing his tongue, "But if it's a curse, I still don't know how to break it."