[Lake? Lake. Cait lets go of his arm to survey their surroundings as they walk. Her eyes flit to the Leaf, but not for long. She's still on edge.]

Regardless of what, exactly, you last remember from home... we've left Piltover in a sorry state.

[She had no idea how he was faring, just as she had no idea how Vi was, either. Without her own survival to focus on, the worry makes her stomach churn. Jayce is here, but she can't understand it.]

Is what they say true? That our problems have played out?