[ lorna instantly feels worse listening to caitlin recount the details (or what she thinks are the details, since the accurate description is much more complicated than she's been able to recount within just a few minutes), but she doesn't interrupt, sensing the need for her to get out her own rationalizations before she shakes her head, looking grim. ]

No, we weren't with the undead psychics for months. It's hard to explain, but that's where we started. Since then we've been with this group to a few different places, this one's just the latest. [ she nods, trying for a smile that's reassuring, but it's weak and still a little grim. ] And yeah, I know how it all sounds. It's a lot to reconcile with.

[ there's a part of her that wants to reach out and hug her again, but she's not sure if it's something that would be welcome. she may need another minute first. ]

I'm not positive how it works, but there are people who come in at certain places. We ended up joining a group that had been around for a while and have been sticking with them since, trying to figure out how to get back home. And helping the people we find in need where we can.

[ that's the most basic explanation she can figure out right now; she figures the simpler, the better. ]