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Catherine's face looked drawn and pale, more so than it usually did on a particularly taxing day. Her neck and one of her hands was bandaged where some of the items had been during the incident. Council had already been suitably notified, but as usual would likely be slow in coming up with a response of any kind. No doubt they were seeing this as a failure that one most of them so detested hadn't been killed, and instead was just seriously injured.

Heavily medicated for pain, and any more potential seizures, Catherine drifted in and out of sleep, not terribly aware of where she was. Upon hearing Molly, she opened her eyes and squinted slightly, unsure of what she was looking at. "Who are you?" She rasped. Thankfully they hadn't placed a tube down her throat like the last time, but had still insisted on the tube at her nose.