He was correct; something was wrong. It just wasn't anything that anyone might have guessed, not without more information. Katya's circumstances, and Halle's by association, were unique. Cases of such possession were incredibly rare, even among supernatural communities. "I don't remember coming here," Katya confirmed, looking down at her hands where they rested in her lap. Delicate fingers against unfamiliar fabric, resting atop legs that seemed too long. How could she explain that her own body was a stranger? She had gone to sleep as a little girl, but had opened her eyes as a grown woman. The dissonance was incredible.
"I never knew my last name. My parents gave me theirs when they adopted me. Marshall – their name was Marshall." She had signed a contract? Her head was pounding with the effort of remembering, and she felt unspeakably tired again. As if she could sleep forever. The cool touch of Duncan's hand distracted her from the thought, and she offered him a tiny little smile, wan but present. "Yes, of course. I'm sure there's... There has to be an explanation." There was even a slight pink flush in the tops of her cheeks when he brushed her hair away from her face. Katya dropped her eyes for a second, and then glanced back up to take in the maze of tents.
"I think I'd like to go and rest. I'm so tired. Thank you, Duncan. I'm glad that I met you."