[It's not great when neither of them have a clue. Cait sighs, hand passing over her side. No wound, no evidence of her battle. And yet that vision, the blood--was it connected? A warning? Or just her imagination conjuring up a terrible end?
She shakes her head.]
I was in a bad spot before I found myself here. Yet you wouldn't think it, looking at me.
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[It's not great when neither of them have a clue. Cait sighs, hand passing over her side. No wound, no evidence of her battle. And yet that vision, the blood--was it connected? A warning? Or just her imagination conjuring up a terrible end?
She shakes her head.]
I was in a bad spot before I found myself here. Yet you wouldn't think it, looking at me.