Caitlyn sat up for once in her American life, properly in the chair clenching the fragile china in her hands biting herself until she started to bleed her head feeling tight as if that thing had once more been placed on her head. She wouldn't go out there. They had to get this off of their chests. Rose places a comforting hand on Cat's shoulder wishing she could do something as well, but knew as well as she did that the both of them had to get this done with. "Don't bite like that Cat. You're making yourself bleed." Rose said dabbing at the place where Caitlyn was bleeding.