She heard the rebuke in Mark's voice and sighed. Of course, Quinn had known that her actions had consequences, but she never thought she'd have to face that two thousand years later, give or take a few decades.

"Guess I'm the one they had in mind when they said 'hell hath no fury..'" she replied with a wry half-smile, "But think of it this way, if I hadn't done that, ye'd've never met yer wife."

She sat in silence for a few moments after that, listening to what else Mark had to say about the curse. There was one other person who might know something more about it, but she was hesitant to mention that. Quinn made a mental note to talk to him once she was back on Orkney.

"Aye," she answered. "In the old ways, it was called Neidr Melltith. Personally, that's all I know, and those buggered Druids never wrote a blessed thing down. There might be one other I can talk to, but I can't guarantee he'll know anything."