[ Whatever skills she does have, Vanessa can't physically magic away injury or curses, but there are other ways that she can take on someone's pain. For the moment, she has enough clarity to know that this is important; it's worth pursuing. Something is wrong in Yancai, and it isn't only affecting her.

Where is Piltover? ]

Keep your eyes closed.

[ When it seems that Caitlyn may yet be able to remain upright, Vanessa loosens her grip on her shoulder, gently smoothing back her hair. She keeps her voice low, with the whisper able to carry easily into her hair, even with the rowdy sounds going on in the tavern behind them.

Closing her eyes, Vanessa's thumb caresses Caitlyn's temple, her words drifting through the other until they can find somewhere to coil and settle. Somewhere to nurture. ]

Is it like Yancai? Can you smell the sea? Or the scent rotting wood where polite folk are meant to avert our eyes?