When Aurore jumped in and interrupted the conversation, Dremmick couldn't help but feel a small wave of annoyance, but it quickly subsided as he thought about what Ris said. He looked down at his hand. He now had gloves on, because it was easier than wrapping them. He clenched the hand into a fist and then let go. He was lucky. Any longer and the curse could have very well consumed him. But even Ander, was wrong back at the castle. It wouldn't have killed him. In fact, It could have been much worse. He would have been alive, but a whole different kind of person. He shook his head to clear his thoughts before Aurore finished speaking to her.