Jinx killed her mother. Thinking about it all the time doesn't help her and the cold, deranged look in that little girl's eyes disturbs her every time she closes her eyes. Cait has big dark circles under her eyes, she hasn't slept in days. Weeks, rather. Perhaps trying to move on, but the attacks on Piltover continue and continue. The city is vulnerable at the moment, and there is not much to do.

Caitlyn rises from the bed, resting her hands on the edge as she watches her toes skim the floor. She glances over her shoulder and sees you lost in your dreams, while your hand vaguely searches for her figure. You care too much about Cait. Yes, she's been very distracted, cold towards you, but that doesn't mean she hates you. She loves you, she's told you that several times already.

She sighs, exasperated, as she rubs her forehead with her fingers. She looks ahead, and under the lights of the City of Progress and the new moon, there is a painting of her mother, gnawing at her relentlessly.