Caitlyn and her parents were on a trip visiting her grandparents in Ionia. The golden-gilded city enraptured her immediately. It was so much different that Piltover, the buildings constructed differently, the environment, the feel. The coastal weather was only one perk of the vacation.

However, all the change was a bit overwhelming. One afternoon, she went with her grandparents out to a show, and a late lunch. The show was fun, but left her tired and overstimulated. She was ready to go home, but unable to communicate that. By lunch, she was fully shut down. She had been diagnosed earlier that year, and everything was so new.

When they returned home, she rushed upstairs, feeling like sobbing, upset with herself over what had happened and how she had failed to deal with it as well as she expected of herself. On the way up to her bedroom, her mother Cassandra stopped her. Slowly, she was lead to her bedroom and lied down. She then began reading Caitlyn her favorite book to calm her.

Caitlyn's head lied in Cassandra's lap and she silently cried into her summer shawl as the familiar, comforting words flowed through her ears. It had been a day, but the comfort was nice. Her mother had taken her diagnosis very well, perhaps better than Caitlyn, and despite her reputation, could be very gentle and understanding. She kneaded the fabric between her hands, trying to calm herself.