She couldn't leave? Rea was certain he wouldn't give her permission, after all, she did trespass. She watched him slightly, her mind drifting into thought. He was sad? She could tell that much as she heard that whine. The small witch stood up, walking towards him as she bit her lower lip. Curses took a lot of energy to make, took a lot of negative emotion, at least that was what she was taught. "You shouldn't give up." She said, her hand coming to rest on his back softly, her mind still swimming with thoughts.<br/><br/>"We can restore the history." She said, smiling a bit, "I'm sure you have a library, or an archive of some kind. I can easily research the information, should only take a few days to get compiled." She added, though she could hear the storm becoming louder, more fierce outside. She closer her eyes for a moment, feeling the flow of the magic around that castle, that flowed in the stone and around them. It was all tied to him, the curse flowing much different than the natural magic that was always present in the world.<br/><br/>"But for now." She stepped away, setting her bag onto the table. "I think some tea may be wise." She knew it could always calm her nerves, and right now, she wasn't sure how she had even been brave enough to step towards him like that. She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a small tin that seemed to smell of lavender and white tea.