She doesn't hide the sarcasm in her voice. Katsa reaches in front of her, trying to touch rock or feel for air: of the former there is plenty, but of the latter there's barely a hint. But water has made it in here somehow, and it flows still where they can hear it. They cannot be completely trapped.
Katsa's Grace knows where to go, but she cannot leave this man behind, either.
"...Katsa." It's a risk, giving him her name, even without the sight of her eyes or her titles, but she cannot think of anything else to call herself. "And what about you? A criminal, or a goldcloak, or something else?"
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She doesn't hide the sarcasm in her voice. Katsa reaches in front of her, trying to touch rock or feel for air: of the former there is plenty, but of the latter there's barely a hint. But water has made it in here somehow, and it flows still where they can hear it. They cannot be completely trapped.
Katsa's Grace knows where to go, but she cannot leave this man behind, either.
"...Katsa." It's a risk, giving him her name, even without the sight of her eyes or her titles, but she cannot think of anything else to call herself. "And what about you? A criminal, or a goldcloak, or something else?"