Hanna swallowed. She shook her wrist again, making her bracelets jangle together. It was hard to keep looking at him while she was thinking about this, and harder still to think through things — the curse was worse for her when she was stressed, because many of its affects mimicked the way Hanna felt when she was upset. And she was stressed right now, with that impending sense of doom thrumming like a rush in her ears.

"If you're — if you're done with me you don't have to explain," Hanna managed, looking down at his floor. She was still rotating her wrist back and forth, although she no longer had the speed required to cause the bracelets to make sound. "But if you're not done with me then I would like to understand."