[ . . .

The nearest physical object, huh. Like a precious belonging. A castle.

A kingdom.

The thought simmers in her mind for a moment before she forces herself to dismiss it and picks up her pace a bit to keep up with him. ]

I'll do what I can. We don't really know anything about Mors in Fragaria so I'll have to learn how to handle their curses myself... but so long as they aren't trying to curse me on purpose, I should be able to manage it.

[ not that she'd put it past him to tell them to try. but. ]