She reached out for him with her unwrapped hand accidentally. She had forgotten in a moment of compassion for his struggle that she had failed to finish her work. She stopped her hand only inches from his face and dropped it quickly but gracefully to her side. "The fastest explanation is this... I am Prokliataya. The cursed one." She shivered as she said the name. It had been sometime since she had heard it. "What you are feeling is a side effect of our brief contact from before. You are lucky it was only from the one hand and not both...and for such a short moment in time. Had we touched for longer, or had both of my hands been unwrapped, you would not be able to fight off the sensation until you satisfied your needs in some way." She blushed as she explained. She felt it was only fair her know the truth of what he was feeling. Though she stuck to this particular effect, not explaining the burning stool or the charred fingers of his left hand. She would wait until he asked, but would tell him no lies. For whatever the reason she felt she could trust him and wanted him to understand.