Cat nodded in response as she ate, her movements delicate and deliberate. She remembered the night of the blackout all too well: the strange affliction Elias had suffered, staying with him for longer than made sense, then taking him to the hospital. It was more than she'd ever done for a stranger, and it didn't make sense, this familiarity and concern she felt for so many who lived here. She looked at Charlie, once she'd swallowed.
"I was, in fact. Though if we're going to talk about this, I'm afraid I'm going to have to get the wine," she said with a wry smile.
Short moments later, she'd risen and returned with a bottle of Shiraz and one of Riesling.
"It was quite an evening." she took a breath, then exhaled softly on a smile. "I remember seeing you, I think, Rylee. It seemed like a difficult night for many of us."