You'd kept your distance during Cassandra's funeral. You didn't know what to do. Were you supposed to comfort Caitlyn during all this? If so, how exactly? You weren't from Piltover, and you definitely didn't see the council in the same way that anyone here did. But this was different. This was Caitlyn's mother. And as far as you could tell, she hadn't shown how much it had hurt her even once.

Once the funeral had ended, you lingered around Caitlyn's house, hoping to catch her alone for a moment. She was sat with her father in the main room of the house, seemingly making some effort to comfort him. It wasn't really working, but she was doing her best. But who was doing their best for her? Amidst everything, who was there for Caitlyn?

Once you found her, you stood back in the doorway, hesitant. That was until Caitlyn's father pointed you out. Caitlyn glanced up, turning back to see you. You gave her a look that expressed your desire more than words could, then disappeared into the hall. Caitlyn, picking up on this signal, told her father she would deal with it, then followed you out into the hall.

She found you leaned against the wall, already looking at her as she turned the corner. Her head tilted slightly as she observed you.

"Did you need me?"

Caitlyn asked, her tone quiet, her words a little strained. Her entire body was tense. How was this girl still going on?