[Pen took another one of those deep breathes, folding her hands in her lap. It'd shaken her to hear it. And it shook her again to think it, and nearly cracked her when she said it to someone else. Her mind had become a fragile thing, so wrapped up in people, that just the thought of losing one made her skitter away in fright. But she couldn't keep it in. She needed support to make it through this, and without Vaan, she had Felicia.]

...it's neither.

[Her folded hands gripped her pants, crushing the fabric between needy fingers.]

It's a curse. Something put on her in a past life by some insane...I don't know...god? It showed up, and she's going to die unless she goes to some place that doesn't exist and destroys it.