[ Her hand drops from her temple again at the familiar voice, and she lets out a raspy sigh. The breeze isn't as comforting as she had hoped it would be. ]
The man in the boat. Do you not remember? ...And the dead.
[ A shadowed gaze is cast over her shoulder, once again pinned on Caitlyn. The recognition is better forming, and she edges closer to the water with barely a glance where she's stepping. She may even sway. ]
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The man in the boat. Do you not remember? ...And the dead.
[ A shadowed gaze is cast over her shoulder, once again pinned on Caitlyn. The recognition is better forming, and she edges closer to the water with barely a glance where she's stepping. She may even sway. ]
They are...still out there.