Melinda sat on the couch across from the table when Felixa took an armchair, folding her legs under herself. "More or less," she said with a nod, head listing slightly to the side without her really noticing. She hadn't exactly mastered that skill -- she couldn't really do it when she didn't particularly mind being under it or didn't mind the person who had cast it. Perhaps she was too used to letting Marek rein her in. She broke the curse by using her emotions, getting angry enough to fight her way free. If she couldn't get angry, she couldn't really do it. But she understood the theory and had a certain percentage of success, so she didn't think the specifics would be useful to get into.