Alicarde gritted his teeth beneath the hood, his chest tightening as he watched Malefica. Seeing her like this made him feel regretful, realizing how much his careless words had hurt her. His mind swirled with guilt.
'How many times have I made her feel this way with my thoughtless comments?'
He lowered his head, but a thought suddenly struck him.
'If her curse was so dangerous, why hadn't anything happened to me yet?'
He glanced at her, confused but curious.
"Ahhm... what about me? I've been around you this whole time, and nothing's happened."
Malefica's weary, red-rimmed eyes softened as she replied.
"Something did. The night you first met Zagarath... you were supposed to meet me, remember? You ended up fighting for your life in a den of Strigoi. You survived because of your immortality, but you've never been the same since."