Kalaya just stares back at Cathak. Blinking slowly. 

Blink.

Blink.

"What."

It's not the most articulate response, but it is the one that comes first and naturally to her croaking voice. After all, what else can she say to this fever dream? Everything since she last closed her eyes has been a disorienting blur of a waking nightmare. She recognises the beats of having been captured by the Dominion; the cold water, the nakedness, but until now the whole question of 'why?' was still bouncing around. With the last thing she remembered being Ushua standing over her in the rain, there wasn't really a trail her tired brain could follow to connect the then to the now.

And now that Cathak herself was laying it out for her, it still made no sense.

Wait.

A grandmother?

Kalaya lets out a groan of frustration, hanging her head and body against the restraints.

"Let me guess ..." she continues, looking up with clearer eyes as the pieces begin to slot together. "You spoke to someone in Turtlehead?"

"I was organising a tourney there, a rite of passage for a knight. It shouldn't have been that big an event, but for some reason every man, woman, grandparent and child decided to sign up." she laughs, bitterly. "It wasn't until a witch arrived, one of my old family friends in fact, that we found out a spell had been placed on the town by a Rakshasa. It was enthralling them, whipping them into a frenzy, but I don't know why."

"Other things happened that were ... more urgent to deal with. So I left Giriel to handle it and headed to Kingeater, which I'm guessing is where you must have found me."

Straighten up. Eyes forward. Posture correct for a princess. Training to the fore. Being naked normally calls for some blushing, maybe a bit of squirming, but not for a knight. Doesn't matter if the medic looks like someone whose first aid kit contains more thumbscrews than bandages.

"I never said those things about you. I don't have any plans. Sorry to be a disappointment."