Too busy mentally cussing herself out for being so clumsy, it took Alysa a few minutes to realize Sebastion not only took off his shirt, but his bruising extended beyond his face. She nearly clenched her fist in anger, but then remembered the cut and knife. It was so unjust that he was hurt all the time.
Damn it! Why can't I save him from this... fucking curse! It's not fair... he deserves to be free too...
Snapping back to the reality, she took the strip and after finagling the knife to keep from fulfilling his prediction, managed to wrap it around her cut, tucking in the extra piece of fabric into itself. "I'm sorry, it's not like I've got a place to store it," Alysa whispered at Sebastion, still attempting to keep her voice low.
His explanation of how he came across her made sense and she grumbled at her spaghetti brain. Duh, of course he picked up on her scent. Why was she so dense sometimes? Sighing, she finished making her way down to where Sebastion was standing and decided to hand the knife back to him. Her luck she would end up cutting her throat.
"I didn't forget.. I just temporarily misplaced that knowledge. You know I hate leaving you here, right? It's unfair to you... and… if I could remove the curse, I would. Not because I'm so desperately in love with you, but because I consider you to be a friend. You deserve freedom from that cage and somehow, I'm going to succeed in freeing you."