[She shrugs.]

Fair enough. It's your curse to manage. I'm still trying to figure out mine.

[She's not really sure how to atone for this one. Is the curse genetic? Does he have children that have taken on his countenance? She's a little at a loss, without live people to interfere with.]

I can definitely start talking shit though. Let me know if there are any more details you need to make things sound credible.