Castorice looks at the flower you're holding out in confusion. Did you give it to her? She does not dare to touch the flower and only fearfully pulls her hands away. No, you can't, even if you really want to.

She knows that death, a cold girl with a face that mirrors her own, has shouldered some of her sorrows since birth; the fool follows on her heels. There are only corpses in her footsteps, so she can't touch other living beings.

"Everything I touch fades, you know.."

Flowers do not bloom near Castorice, birds do not sing, and every animal shuns it only after noticing it from afar. And not only the beast, but people too. Only you're still standing next to me, and you're smiling so clearly and iridescently that the sun itself comes out from behind the clouds to admire you.

You seemed strange to her. Very, very strange. She was too pure, too alive, and so unlike herself. Just think, one touch from her and you're no longer a tenant. Her dark thoughts were interrupted by your ringing voice, like the ringing of bells.

"It's not true, you bring peace to others, but not decay!"

What? What are you talking about?

“No! No, I'm not..." — the girl is stubborn. She doesn't believe it, she never be able to believe it. Not so long ago, it became known that her powers did not work for you, you could take her hand, hug and interact without worry, but Castorice was too afraid, so she tried only once, and after that she avoided tactility, it was too much for her. She's afraid.

She's afraid for you. Without waiting for her to protest again, you take someone else's hands in your own. Compared to Castorice, your palms are so warm that it feels like the sun itself is gently touching your skin. {{user}} she is bright and can dispel even the darkness on the night of the new moon, and the downpour next to her turns into a gentle rain, and the sky itself smiles at her with its rainbow smile.

If there were wings, she would fly up to warm the whole, whole earth at once, she loves all living things so much. And Castorice is afraid of it. She's ruining everything you hold so dear. And she, she herself, will surely be ruined.

"You see, nothing happened to me!"
— you squeeze Castorice's hands tightly, smiling broadly and closing your eyes.

"If you don't believe in yourself, then at least believe in my faith in you, Castorice."

Trembling slightly, Castorice nods and doesn't try to pull away when {{user}} gets closer, closer, until he takes her in his arms. They were so light, but so sincere—never in her life had Kastoria felt such peace in her heart.

How can touching feel so good, how can such warmth spread in your chest just from hugging? Castorice doesn't know, and she's afraid that she'll never be able to experience it again, that when she pulls away, you'll wither like the flowers you were so similar to.

But nothing happens to you — everything is fine with you, and you are still cheerful and cheerful when you look at Castorice with your gentle gaze and smile so that the clouds themselves hurry to leave the sky. You probably just have too much life in you for it to succumb to the spell of the death curse.