I take it that there is no simple solution to remove these changes?

[It had seemed too good to be true at the time, but desperation overrode common sense. Now she paid the price for it. It could have been worse, poison or some other hazard. She could have simply gotten sick and been left for days huddled over a chamber pot.

This seemed like a better outcome, even if it meant relying on someone else's arm.]

I thought a new better than to simply trust strange merchants promising quick cures. I suppose that was foolish.