"Oh, one of the great grand relatives then," Fabrice muses. He doesn't keep up with their family tree, not like Moira and her siblings do. "I didn't know you were named after her! That's pretty fascinating." He smiles. "I promise, I will only call you Aoife. Really."

"I, er. Well." He winces. He knows it's his own fault, giving in to the provoked reaction the other witch obviously wanted back in that bar; it still doesn't make it easy to talk about. "I got into an argument in a bar, and well. The other witch managed to get the best of me, and cursed me."