There in quiet a moment, thinking on it all and holding Kate's hand. "Maybe you need to speak to Verdandi," she offers. "Carefully. And not in the basement," and her touch stroking light and warm as summer sunshine 'cross the back of my hand and'm suddenly dizzy and looking aside as she goes for tea and ought be words for this but've no mind for any of it, any at all.

"I saw Dorian," she offers, and close my eyes a moment, some miseried tangle of her and him and all there-not-there, thin conversations around some other matter. Too ragged to sort it out and compose my face and look up. "The other day. I went to give his watch back," and nod. "He's... different, since all that. He seemed nervous to be around me. It was strange."

Thin smile at that, and can fair to see them talking, Kate direct as she's minded t'be and Dorian... well, being as he is, and guessing even the thought of Diego surely not settling him any. "He's afraid more'n you'd think, when you catch him..." Not the right word, shake my head and try again. "When he needs speak t'folk, not play at them? Something of the like."