((OK, great! It actually only lasts a day, I believe, unless you want her to curse you over and over or something aha.))

The expression she turns upon him is withering.

"And like all humans, he thinks his opinion matters."

She is tending now to the fruit trees, sweeping up fallen leaves and petals and smoothing out the dirt.

"For your lack of remorse, I decree that the pain you have inflicted shall be returned tenfold by nature. Believe me or don't."

A faint pause.

"I mean, not that you're going to die ten times. Metaphorically. Expect a lot of bird poop your way."