"As you say, I am young and naive. It was my first monthly and clearly all too much for me." Perfectly comfortable in his own skin and masculinity, Doul isn't about to be bothered by that sort of commentary. He looks down at his hands and the grime around his nailbeds, "Does explain the blood, though."

There is more he could say and perhaps more that he should say, but he wants a better sense of Huaisang before offering up any information.