[She wets her lips and looks down at her feet. There's a surge of guilt. A hesitation. There's a time and a place.

But there's also the sting of delay. So Camille grits her teeth and spits it out.]

I was helping Kate try to squash it. Maybe you've already heard.

[Since she had help this week. Not that it mattered.]

She was fine when we let her out this morning. Then she found him. It was that quick.

[All this misery and they're not even touching on Astarion. The name hangs heavy in the night air. Daring them to speak it. She doesn't feel brave enough yet.]