[private] somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place

[Catryn]

Catryn cannot explain exactly why, but as soon as the question is returned back on her - she does not feel like sharing information about her twin with this near-stranger. Even his name feels like too much, though that really shouldn’t matter. Names don’t hold much power, do they? Perhaps this hesitation because the thoughts of how he had saved her on a few occasions are still thrumming around her head. It’s an instinct that she cannot seem to find the source for, but she trusts it all the same. Without one of her senses, something as simple as following her instincts becomes important. “Oh, he’s the best.” She says, in place of a name, and smiles with a sweetness she does not fully feel. Catryn turns her head away, faking that her attention has been drawn elsewhere, before she shifts her weight and readies to depart. “I am going to go find him now, actually. It was nice meeting you, Rosebay.” Kind words that are mostly empty but she manages a smile that is not entirely false before turning away. It would be good to find Sixteen again now, to feel the comfort of his presence ground her.

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