Caitlyn stands and brings Vi along to the Kiramman estate. No castles here..
She brings Vi inside and lets her sit on the sofa for now. Its warm inside, it smells like the Kiramman home.

"What can I do for you? My enforcers tell me you were out there a while."

Her hand comes away to let Vi lower her walls, mentally and physically. She frowned at seeing the cut.

"We should clean that up. Would you like to come inside and rest?"

She is trying to keep things simple with this Vi being in such an alien world. But she knows the other adapts easily.

"I can tell by looking at you. You dont need to hide your face here, Vi.
I may not be a princess, but I do command our military."

She laughed gently. Letting Vi's cheek rest in her hand.

She giggled at her flirting.
Her hand coming to caress the side of Vi's cheek very carefully. Mindful of any wound there might be.

"Youre such a charmer. And it seems a rebel in any universe. It will take some getting used to here, but I can help anyway you need."

Caitlyn frowned.

".. She loves you dearly. I hope you know that."

She holds her hand.
"We dont understand why other worlds keep coming to ours, but youre safe here until it is time to go back. Do you want to stay here, Vi?"

Hearing that felt so outlandish. But she doesnt doubt the story. She takes Vi to the large tree on the Kiramman estate. Away from prying eyes. She sits on the bench and offers the other seat to Vi.

"How does my knight become exiled?"

"Exile..? Your wound.."

She can see the fear tempered with rage. Her hand is gentle.

"This place probably looks very different, doesnt it? Will you come with me, Vi? I am Caitlyn Kiramman."

She held such confidence in stating her name. Though her outfit was barely appropriate for a princess.

The name softens her further. She comes closer. Offering a hand to Vi.

"Vi..? As in Violet?"
She clarified.
".. Why is your face bandaged?"

Caitlyn looked to her for several moments. Softening and dismissing her men.

"What is your name?"

She asked again. Understanding this may be another victim of the time rifts. She brings herself a little closer. Caitlyn's face couldnt be mistook for another's.

Caitlyn has always been true to her word. With Vi around she is certainly more sensitive to Zaunites as well.

"You've always wanted to do work for the people, good work. What sort of apparatus are you making?"

She peers over, but schematics are not her forte. She needed more context.