Faolan raises a hand, running it over his face as he shakes his head at her explanation. It doesn't really make a whole lot of sense, not to him at least. Then again, he's never had any preternatural ability himself. He's had to rely simply on common sense, cleverness, training. He's had to work hard to get to where he is, as good as he is. It doesn't make sense for other people to just be born with skills. (Although if he were to think about it he would suppose it would be like his own skills with music, but that is neither here nor there.)

"You make it...rather difficult to understand you, you know," he says, shaking his head slightly.