"Oh, dear," Mag mumbled, a bit sarcastically, not paying attention to them as much as she was to the girl's wounds. She moved on to the next one. "You know, I doubt there is anyone in this wide world--or in any other worlds--that doesn't have a curse. But, if you want advice on the matter, that's going to be a bit extra, depending on how much I give you." She stopped a moment. "See, it's no choice of mine, really. It's how magic works, you know? If there isn't balance in what is given and what is received, someone's going to end up bloody. And it's no fun." Removing her hands from the girl, she turned back to them. "That shouldn't have been too expensive, considering it was easy. It would probably just be a small favor in return, which you could probably save for later."
Syaoran sighed a bit, then looked back at Xavior. Cursed? He was cursed too? "Um...is there, like, a discount or something?" he asked hopefully. Totally unlikely with his luck.
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?