Irhya sputters, the hairs on her tail sticking up. "That's-- I didn't go anywhere near those eggs! Don't you think I'd know that kind of thing happens by now!?"

She exhales, then takes in a calming breath again, smoothing a hand into her bangs. "No, the explanation is more simple than that. I bought it off someone who was peddling enchanted jewelry last moon. It ended up being cursed on top of being enchanted. Short of a cursebreaking spell, I can't get it off."

Tapping the toe of her boot against the ground anxiously, she turns halfway and takes a defensive posture, then glances at him again, sulking this time. One would think Emet-Selch would be reaping all the benefits of this arrangement, but she's already worried about calling upon him too much. Curses aren't in his wheelhouse, apparently... much less breaking them. All she can do is relieve it for a while as she pursues other options.

"I'm trying to keep it together, but it creeps up on me at the worst times. And I'd rather not find out what happens if I ignore it for too long..."