[ He nods, shrugging. ]

Yes, Rosa, if we go by this world's reckoning of the calendar.

[ As for his misbegotten infancy ... ]

I cooled down enough. It's just--something in my blood. I had difficulty controlling it for a long time. Sometimes, I still do. But it's always harder in the summer.

[ By midsummer, his blood, on some days, feels like it's boiling. ]