She draws in a breath, trying very hard to not let it show that she's upset at the news - be cunning and clever and fierce, be what every person wants her to be for them - and exhales it, shakily.

"I'm - sorry, I was maudlin. I spoke to Thaniel, and they say the only way to lift the curse is to kill Thorm, and while something tells me we were bound to fight him anyway because why wouldn't we, why not add that on top of everything, it's one thing to suspect and one thing to be told by sodding Nature that I have to."

She catches her breath for a second, just so her voice doesn't keep pitching upward. "Who says no to Nature? It's not like - I don't like this place, of course I want to lift the curse, but - ugh, I nearly got taken out by a bunch of trees, Astarion, this is absolute pure shit, and I hate it and if you're not opposed to hugging I would really, really appreciate a hug. Please. You can be all...smooth and flirty with me in a bit, if you still want to."