If she'd been stronger she would have fought Urania off. She would have curled her fingers into claws and scratched her, she would have snapped and snarled. The urge to argue did still briefly raise its head, but the tide of grief pulled it quickly back under.
Every part of her life was soaked in curses. Every aspect of her being. Every breath. They were a weight Urania's words couldn't shift. She closed her eyes against Urania's insistent gaze, and turned her face to bury it again in the pillow.