[Gobbet looks confused, then realization sets in, followed shortly by exasperation.]

You are the curse? I though you just had it. That complicates things.

[She scratches at her cheek absently, thinking of how to kill the curse attached to an object without destroying the object. There had to be rituals, right? A spell or something? God what she wouldn't give to have access to Crafty's library right now...]

[The consideration of actually just killing Tim and being done with it crosses her mind, but she dismisses it immediately. Embarrassed, as though Tim could see her thoughts and know she thought of it at all. Besides, he would just come back if her own experiences with death were anything to go by. And he had people that needed him, according to the man himself.]

Why did you create it, then? You clearly don't want it to spread.