Anri shakes her head.
”I don’t want to be tinkered with, I want all this ceramic and gadgets and spigots gone. Frankly I don’t know where I am in all of this. A faerie told me that it expected the curse merely trapped me in its workings like gas, but I don’t know if I believe it. Either way, I’d rather turn to someone who’s an expert on the things that did this to me.” Solving the problem with blunt force would likely be disastrous.