[ Julius is steady enough to walk, though it's in part due to his willpower letting him push on. The curse's echo lingers in his blood still - while it's not too painful to hide, it's still a metaphorical thorn in his side.

He doesn't speak until she's shut the door and both of them have sat down. Then, he sighs. ]

I haven't the slightest idea how you managed to tell. [ He gives a slight wave with his right hand - the one his armlet is welded to. ] You'll have to tell me if you can read anything else off me. I don't want you to be implicated in anything that might have to do with me.

[ He doesn't ask how she did it since he respects her privacy, but. If he has to be hauled in for inspection again to figure out why the poison spiked, he doesn't want her to be involved. It could turn nasty, given his nature. ]

I am cursed. [ In more ways than one. ] In that moment, you bore witness to a part of it.