Despite knowing the healers did their best to save as much of her hand as they could, Jo still couldn't shake the resentment she felt towards them. Her middle and ring finger were gone on her right hand, as well as the tip of her pinky. The skin up to her wrist resembled that of a hundred year old man, wrinkled with bulbous veins, with the unfortunate added bonus of hideous scarring. The healers made a point of being pleased having saved her pointer finger, but Jo heavily disagreed. It wasn't as though she could perform delicate wand work with just her pointer finger and thumb, or if there was a way she hadn't yet discovered it.

She glanced towards the table and sighed. At some point or another Zach was going to have to see it, be it on her terms or by accident. And if she was to wear gloves to hide her disfigurement forever, she didn't want to have to wear them around him. "No. You'll see it eventually, what difference does the when of it make?" Reluctantly, Jo moved her hand to the table and frowned at it. Although it wasn't yet shaking she knew the instant she attempted to eat it would begin.

"The curse was meant to turn flesh to dust. A way of thwarting future grave robbers. One other colleague of mine survived the incident, but his hand and wrist were amputated. He was lucky, though, for it wasn't his dominant hand that was afflicted," she explained. "He'll still be able to work eventually." It was impossible not to keep the resentment out of her tone at that last bit. His life, while changed, would be more or less the same. Meanwhile she now had to forge and entire new path. It just wasn't fair.