Janesca looked at his mark with thinly veiled disgust, voice tight. “Does it hurt?”
Alexander blinked, tentatively poking it. The center felt rough beneath his fingers, but the outer confines felt disturbingly smooth. Like oily wax. The question did remind him of something though. “When I woke up a few days ago, I remember my chest stinging. But it doesn’t hurt now.”
He rubbed the back of his head, giving Janesca an awkward expression. “To be honest, I sorta forgot it was there.”
The paladin placed an armored hand to her brow, whisking her blond hair out of her eyes. “You...forgot. You just forgot that you endured a painful curse that was likely in effect for several days, if not weeks.”
She fixed him with a blank look. “And what is this about “waking up” a few days ago? Are you telling me you don’t remember getting this?”