Vera looked at her mother then down, her cheeks blushing a deep crimson.  Her mother answered, "It's nothing you can catch, so don't worry about that.  But it's more a ... curse... than a sickness.  One that will require some very powerful spell casters to break the curse.  Casters of that power don't simply come at your beck and call... you go to them."<br/><br/>Matron ir'Wyn closed her eyes and sighed, her stiff posture seemed to be relaxing a little, "You'll understand if I don't wish to talk about my daughter's... condition."<br/><br/>Then suddenly Vera spoke up, "Captain, I believe I could use that drink now if that's still on the table?"  Doxi noticed that while it appeared that Vera's hands were folded in her lap, as any good noble woman might sit, she was pressing her fingers towards herself.  Not exactly masturbating, but she was definitely putting pressure on her skirts, pressing the fabric of the skirts into her sex.