"I-I don't-- know? There are a lot of stories about my past self, and I've no idea which are true. I'm a druid like I was-- back then, but I... have no way of knowing how powerful he-- I was. I've never cared to ask, either." He shrugs, continuing to worry his sweater between his fingers. "Nothing I've needed or been asked to do is outside my abilities, and that's enough for me. If a time comes where I need to know more, I trust the Goddess to tell me."

...oh, that sounds awful. The druid frowns deeply as Dorian explains the abilities this other person with their face has. What the man ends his comments with is concerning. "You mean to say-- I-I mean you really think--" His frown deepens and he drops his voice to a whisper, "Does that make me cursed, too?" He truly hopes he's not. If he's cursed, that could prevent him from getting married or becoming the Goddess' envoy after that. His life is going in a direction he really likes, and he doesn't want to lose any part of it if at all possible.