Wynne's eyes widened as she heard the warden tell the story of how the mabari had discovered the cause of Zevran's illness. Though she could scarcely believe it, she didn't find it all that surprising that Morrigan would do such a thing. She gave the mabari several mabari crunches as a reward, then shook her head as she examined the apples. "I am sorry, but I cannot undo this curse. The only one who can undo it is Morrigan herself." The warden sighed. Wynne put a hand on her shoulder. "It will be alright. I shall keep Zevran stable until you convince Morrigan to help." The warden nodded and left, going to find Morrigan. She did not have to look far. Staring at Zevran's tent from the shadows was a giant spider.
The warden walked to the giant spider, sword and dagger drawn. "Morrigan, if it's you I suggest you shapeshift back to human form now!"
Morrigan stood up as the spider disappeared. "Such dramatics! Lower your weapons, if you please."
The warden shook her head, lips pursing in hurt and disgust. "It was you. It was you all along. I trusted you dammit! But all along, you were the one cursing Zevran. Why, Morrigan? Why?"
"Because I had to. He is an assassin, who tried to kill you as I recall. Yet you refused to kill him then as you continued to refuse as time progressed. He cannot be trusted, and I saw to the safety of us all."
"By attempting to kill him?" The warden shook her head in disbelief.
Morrigan raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think the curse would kill him? I am not so ignorant to the ways of the world as you might imagine, warden. No, the curse was meant merely to incapacitate him."
"You will undo it. Now."
Morrigan laughed. "And why would I do that?"
"Because if you don't, I will kill you. Slowly, just as you deserve."
Morrigan narrowed her eyes. "Do not be misled into thinking that by my death the curse is lifted. It can only be lifted by being passed along to another."
The warden narrowed her eyes, then had an idea. "Very well. If you do not lift the curse, I will make it my privilege to pass it on to you."
Morrigan laughed. "As IF I would eat such an apple! Do you truly think me so daft?" Morrigan truthfully felt a pang of fear, however, knowing there were several ways to slip the cursed fruit to her.
The warden smirked, sensing the fear. "It's lift the curse or receive it in his stead, Morrigan. The choice is yours."
"Never in your wildest dreams, warden."
"Very well." The warden turned and walked off, holding the apples thoughtfully.
Morrigan watched her walking away and shook her head. "Blood and damnation! Get back here, warden! I'll lift the blasted curse."