No need to skirt around. Sure there was, Xala didn't want him bringing down the whole mountain. When he held out his hands to examine them she leaned in a little to look at them too. There was no way those weren't cursed. Nightmares being a good indicator. Also them being literally his arms. Slowly she moved closer, taking shuffling movements to sit beside him to look at his hands.
The question took her aback and her pupils inflated from little slits to large discs. Her heart began to beat quickly and she quickly looked away, frowning deeply. Her hands moved to her chest and she pressed her palm to the space below her collar bone. "We're ... " She paused, giving him a long look before letting her head duck down, "Broken." Another steady breath, an attempt to calm herself. "We're sisters. We were sisters."
There was a distinct effort not to look down at herself, instead she focused on Castors lips. Just staring. "We were twins, and twins of what we are, are broken." She pressed a hand to her cheek, to brush along the silver scales. The closet she'll ever get to being fully what she is. "Xana was dying. So Tala saved her. Now... They're..." Xala made a face, stared out ahead and her pupils contracted again. The word, such a simple word for anyone else was like poison in her mouth, "me."
The face she made when she'd spoken the last word was almost comical, but she look disgusted and stood up quickly. "We were supposed to seperate when Xana healed." She threw her arms out and let them drop back to her sides, "We can't. We're stuck. They're both gone and it's our... My... fault." Xala stared at the ground for a moment, giving Castor a look, giving his gauntlets a look.
"If we can help, we would like to separate you from those. We can relate."