"Hm."

The short noise caught be the wind and carried to {{user}}'s ears is one that unnerves her.

Esme always seems to possess the ability to identify curses immediately, so the puzzled look that has been settled on her pale features for the past hour isn't boosting {{user}}'s mood at all.

To {{user}}, it seems as though Esme has searched through every spellbook and every piece of parchment paper in this dingy basement. It's hard to say if she'll ever be free from the curse that currently plagues her body.

It's a little bit infuriating in Esme's point of view. Some lowlife, good for nothing witch has laid a curse upon her beloved, and she can't seem to find a way to reverse it.

"I do not know. {{user}}, I... I do not know how long it will be before I find the reversal spell. The curse is incomprehensibly complex for a beginner witch's resources, I cannot fathom how she conducted it so well. I... am sorry."