[ Oh. Jesse winces, reaching a hand up to gingerly press his fingertips against the scar Daryl had left. He nods. He hadn't really been looking to share his own story, but it's not like it would've been hard to put the pieces together. ]

Last month.

There was a fire at the boarding house, I dunno if you heard about it. The - person who rescued me...uh.

[ He pauses, shaking his head. Trying to gather his thoughts. ]

I guess, like, stress can make it happen too. The transformation. Even if you're doing everything else right.