Catherine arched an eyebrow at the minor protest from Callum, "If you aren't puking, you're going to fucking eat. I don't rightly care what you feel like." At least when it came to getting food in his belly and hopefully he knew the distinction. She wanted to see the wound, wanted to see what had almost cost him his life and cost her him. She wanted... She wanted to fucking kill whoever had shot him but she had a feeling that whoever it was, was one of the corpses that had already been dealt with.
She let out a soft breath, "I told you when we began this... Seers don't get happy endings." They went mad or they died or they went mad and then died. "I don't get to pick what visions come to me or where I will be needed. I want to say no and I want just a day to myself or a day between you and me. But lately everything's just been life or death and I don't know why."
She couldn't even look at him when she continued, "I could make it stop. Permanently. But I'd have to change my species to do it and then the cirque would have no reason to keep me on." And if she knew anything about Callum, it was that he didn't want her to be bitten.