Dementa frowned slightly when he asked that.
"I suppose I should tell you..." she said, fighting the memories that where threatening to overwhelm her again, "Basically...I am cursed. When ever anyone touches me or I touch them with skin to skin contact they double over in pain for a few seconds. That's why I warned you not to touch me before." She sighed sadly, "Its the same curse that has been keeping me alive for the past 300 years..." she hung her head, shedding a tear, "300 years of misery and having no choice but to make do with whatever the fates threw at me."
She shook herself off, regaining her composer(sp). She didn't mean to reveal that much..but it was too late now...
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