"The spell is reversed by human saliva," she says. "The moths hold onto the ink until then. Darlington told me to be careful in the throes, but I...am an idiot, and completely forgot about that. Or didn't connect what was going on. I don't know." She rubs her hands over her face. "Basically, I forgot that you spitting on me during a dance would be, y'know. Human saliva. Because I'm a fucking dumbass."