[He blinks at that, eyes red-rimmed but somewhat less guarded.]

I — Well enough, I suppose. I helped with the livestock on the monastery grounds.

In Kilmannán. Chickens and goats... horses... creatures of that kind. Brother Darragh was a farrier before he was a monk, so he taught me how to file hooves and... things of that nature...

[He trails off, feeling a little foolish in his ramblings.

Quentin probably isn't asking about that sort of skill in animal care.]