Redsand Canyon Let that lonely feeling wash away

Fennec was unbothered by his denial. If anything, her smile grew.  She wasn't sure where she'd gotten the entirety of that - it truly was bullshit pulled from thin air.  But that thin air (and the inspiring "signs") felt right, and she couldn't help but consider that the path she'd laid out was a reasonable one.  This was confidence she didn't need to fake.  For the first time, she almost half-believed her own bullshit.

I told you, you've already paid.  She responded with a patient shake of her head.  Whether or not you believe doesn't bother me.  If you want to break the curse, I've told you what I can.  And when it ends up being the truth, remember my name.  She fixed her sightless eyes in his direction once more, listening as he left.

There was a part of her that was morbidly curious... that was almost tempted to offer just to see the curse at work.  But the witch couldn't because Wraith would not, and she let the opportunity fade.

As a final motion, she lifted her head, inhaling deeply on a whim.  Instantly her nose was assailed with the scent (and taste) of something acrid.  She paused, then bared her teeth in a grin.  I don't think he's going to have much choice either way.