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Catherine smiled politely at Xavier's remark about her luck,"Yes, you could say that I've had quite the run with bad luck these days." Her smile however was a strange thing, as it appeared that there were no fangs or any other hallmarks of her supposed kind.

Who had known that asking to be made whole, such as she had, would mean that the magic would interpret it so differently. Instead of giving her back what she wanted, it gave her what it decided she needed. Catherine blamed Rahal for it, not paying attention and forgetting a few crucial details she had explicitly warned him about. But apparently centuries of personal experience were to be trumped by only a few decades. In the end the damnable mage had gotten his comeuppance and was currently struggling with the gifts granted by a line such as hers.

The Constantin line was old, that much Catherine even herself could even confirm, but what lay behind her own sire was uncertain as always. The man or rather vampire, tended to lie and take advantage of the uncanny ability to see his fledgling's thoughts. There was little hiding from him, others certainly, but never him.

"Didn't I just what?" She asked Xavier as she followed along beside him.

She hadn't intended to go to the castle, but that would do just fine for now. Might as well present herself to the ruling parties instead of wandering about their territory without the proper homages being paid. Regardless of where she considered her loyalties to currently lie, Catherine knew when best to be polite. The phrase that you caught more flies with honey that vinegar was never more true.

"Eh.. you know.. I forget his name." Catherine fibbed again. It wasn't worth it yet to reach out and brush the edges of Xavier's mind to get what she wanted. Playing along for now was telling her volumes about this other group of vampires.

"I plan to stay as long as necessary to get what I need."