[He greatly appreciates that she does not respond with panic, though he hadn't thought her the type to begin with. Even so, the gravity of his confession is great, though he hopes that his own somber demeanor is enough to make it quite clear that he takes this matter quite seriously.]

Internal, I'm afraid. It's been more than a year, before I arrived here. Counting the months I've been here, nearing two. For a time, it was reasonably stable— I had been granted a charm that assisted me in keeping it contained, which presented me with the opportunity to continue in my ongoing search for a way to neutralize it for good. Needless to say, I've not yet discovered that.

[Which brings him to her other question.]

Karlach is aware— a friend from back home. Anyone else who knew has unfortunately departed. Given the nature of the situation, it's not the sort of thing one brings up in casual conversation, but while we barely know one another, it is plain to me that you are quite skilled in the arcane arts.

[Even if all she can offer is a bit of insight or another perspective, he will find that valuable.]