[ Such a direct answer. It almost unsettles her — almost, if not for the common thread strung between them. She's reminded of the other supernatural elements of her life, unabashed in their admitting to distance from the realm of the ordinary.

The larger part of her feels like honing in on this information, though. She's never been able to figure out if there were others who had been cursed as she had, with eternal life and a dearth of human urges. Maybe if she just knew... if there was a way out... ]

...Might I ask how you came to be this way?

[ It's as polite as the question can be asked, plainly personal as it is. She's not oblivious to the nature of the question, and so, she opens up a bit more than she had a moment ago in a show of good will. She does away with the usual or so people would say muddying that she would usually affix to her explanation, perhaps feeling more secure in the cloak of night and their solitude. ]

Methods to induce such an affliction are few and far between, in my realm. The work of witchcraft and the unknown, and not sought after. An eternal curse, some would say.

[ There's way too much certainty in her words for her to be hypothesizing; though she doesn't say it outright, the implication is heavy that she's speaking from personal experience. ]