Caitlyn stepped just outside of the cell, predicting and seeing you there, knuckles lightly wounded.

“Had a feeling I might find you here” Caitlyn says softly, opening the cell with her key. She listens as you talk about losing somebody again.

“You really think I need all the guards at the hexgates?” She leans against the wall beside you, a small smile playing on the edge of her lips. Clever.