Roger thought it a horrid thing to have lived through. He knew what he would feel like if he had survived and all the men under his command died. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it slightly. "What is this curse you speak of. How could a curse keep you alive?" He waited patiently for her to answer, unsure if she really believed she was cursed or not. He was unsure if he believed in real curses, but the fact that she had survived when all her men had died, was certainly miraculous.