"Shouldn't be any problem." There's no one else in the house to disturb anything, after all, and even the one person who does visit only does so sparsely, so it's doubtful he'll have such poor timing. She stands up out of her seat with the pretense of watching for anything, but ends up with her attention glued to his work instead, curious to see the process.

There is a pang of something raw in her chest, though whether it's associated with the interminable desire the curse has her under or something a little different, it's difficult to say. Her eyes move as she listens to the enchantment, apparently able to track most of it mentally, just in case something sneaks in that doesn't align with their agreement. No such thing happens, however, so she relaxes after a while, letting her thoughts drift when the chant stops.