As they began moving, Gaius made sure he remained steady and didn't sway, moving with her rather than hobbling her as a weight on her arm. As the conversation continued, he caught the twist of irony to her phrasing, realising that it had likely been quite the opposite. As she elaborated, naming what it was–a curse, magic that reached out and took a chunk out of hapless humans–told Gaius she was perhaps lucky to be alive.
“It takes power to trigger a curse,” the raven mused, turning his head to peer at her with his black eyes, searching. “I imagine the... development was not peaceful.”
“It takes power to trigger a curse,” the raven mused, turning his head to peer at her with his black eyes, searching. “I imagine the... development was not peaceful.”