[ Cash nods slightly. ]

I haven't had an illness since before my magic manifested, when I was... eleven, twelve, something like that. [ He used to remember the number. Now, it's a bad memory. Ill tidings; the start of his life going downhill. ] No illnesses, m' tired less often, cuts and bruises and injuries heal up immediately. It's not all bad.

[ But it has painted a target on his back. ]