You choose to take care of Gemma.

True, she tried to get you impregnated. But you tried to do the same to her. Both of you were at fault. You picked her up and laid her more comfortably in the bed. Then you went to collect a bad and filled it with ice. She had bumped her head on the bedpost. If it wasn’t treated she’d get a very painful lump, and that did not befit a pretty girl like Gemma.

After a while Gemma woke up again.
“Be careful,” you tell her. “You’re hurt?”
“What?” Gemma says weakly. “Did you … are you a guy again?”
“I’m afraid so. Looks like Chet was not a reliable choice.”
“I see.” Gemma said, clearly afraid now. “So what are you going to do with me?”
“Nothing.” You confess. “I learned that **** you was a mistake. I never should have done that and I’m sorry about it.”
“But … I was successful in **** you. First witch Chet and then myself. Don’t you want vengeance for that?”
“Nope. I consider it my punishment to my own attempt at **** you. If I am to free myself of this curse, I should do it my finding a girl that wants to carry my child, not **** her into it. That’s the only right way for it to happen.”
Gemma was surprised at what you said.
“Really? You mean it?”
“Absolutely, you’ll never have to fear me **** you again.”
“Thanks.” Gemma said. “I really appreciate it.”