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[ She has the look of someone who hasn't slept much, or well, in days. And yet, underneath the surface fatigue, there is determination, that sort of dogged resolve that comes into play, not in the last mile of the marathon, with the end in sight, but somewhere in the middle, when you've gone too far to give up, but not far enough to be finished. Buying herself a moment, she takes a sip from the mug at her side. Coffee, something new from here, and most welcome in this time of all times. When she speaks, her tone is smooth and steady and clear. Whatever this is, she will weather it, as will her children. ~~Also Jon. Shush.~~ ]

Is anyone else awake? Some of my children are sleeping in what seems to be an unnatural , days-long rest.

[ She'll keep to herself for the moment just which ones sleep and which ones are awake. ]

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You have children here?

[Guess who also has coffee. In a mug that has an alligator on it. Of course.]

I do. Two daughters, a son.

[ A marked pause, then continuing with an effort. ]

And two boys I have seen grow from barely more than babes to stand tall and strong.

[She doesn't like them much, even if Jon is growing on her, a little, and then,there's Theon. But she did watch them grow up. ~~and resented it~~ ]

How fortunate you are. So many old burdens follow you into a new land.

[They probably wouldn't CROWN HER WITH GOLD THO focus up Dany]

[ That icon omg it's perfect ]

Children are not burdens, ser. Pray remember that you too once were someone's baby.

[they are adorable parasites that you are hormonally influenced to care for. pay attention, blood of the dragon. ]

[Enjoy a flicker of Crazy in those purple eyes, Cat.]

You think the same of all these children?

[She has been helping to tend the sleepers when they are brought into the clinic, many of them injured in some way. While she had yet to discover how to wake them, it had become clear that this wasn't something that would easily passed. She was tired, wishing she could sleep as well, sharing the same exhausted expression that Cat does. She has little in the way of sympathy, the strain and stress too much for her.]

It's not known what is happening yet. You should consider bringing them to a clinic. There are some with the ability to wake them.

[ She still mistrusts cities. Throngs of people make it easier for an enemy to hide. This dwelling is not yet home, exactly, but it is remote enough to feel that way. ]

I would prefer to keep them here for the time being. It is easier to keep a watch here.

[That, and Ghost would start taking hands off of people who tried to move Jon. ]

Are they injured? Some were outside when they fell asleep and collapsed to the ground. They didn't?

[It would be something she could do at least, something she could offer Catelyn.]

I'm Alice. I work as one of the healers in Maurtia Falls.

By the grace of the gods, they were both home and inside when this....occured.

[ The gods could have taken measures to see that this had never happened in the first place, but they had not and so it must be endured. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alice. I'm Catelyn Stark.

[ Had she already mentioned her name? It was impossible to remember; fatigue was beginning to dull her around the edges. It was strange not to speak of Winterfell, but as it did not exist here it seemed silly to mention it. ]

I'm certain you and those like you are struggling with this illness.

Stark? You are Robb's mother?

[It was hard to forget the young man that had spoken in frustration about the currency of this world.]

I have not been afflicted, I merely try to help and heal those that have been and were injured in the course of these events. I only wish I could offer a better solution.

[ She brightens immediately at the mention of her sweet son. ]

I am. He is my oldest son, my pride and joy.

I appreciate your kindness, and rest assured I will not forget it.

It's not out of kindness that I make this offer.

[It was hard to say what she felt anymore.]

I hope he wakes soon.

[It's one of the first moments in his life that Cassian hasn't looked as tired. He hasn't… left the house in… a couple of days.

Which is part of why he has no idea what's going on. Plus, he had been almost literally dead to the world before that. And it's taken the restoration of Jyn and Kay-Tu to get him to revive and reinvest enough to finally access the network.

He hadn't intended to participate yet, just look.

But he sees her transmission and something about her…

The tired, determined set of her face reminds him of… some he's known… but not many. Those who've fought… and those who've… cared. Not all can do both. …Mon Mothma is one of them.

In short: if anyone were to inspire him to respond to them…

Except he doesn't have anything to respond with, yet, so first he does a quick survey of all the channels, whatever other transmissions he can access. Until he has something to… well, to report.]

I'm awake. It's not just your family. It's widespread. No reports of decline—the condition seems unclear but stable.

…I see the mention of a clinic. Do you want help moving anyone?

[Because he might know a droid.]

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[ ~~excuse me while I squee omg I adore Cassian~~

For a moment, a fraction of the worry lifts from her features, only to return with a vengeance. ]

I thank you for the information, and the kind offer. For the moment, I will keep them here. My husband's oldest son [very markedly not her son, mind you ] is a man grown tall and would not be easy to move. Also, his direwolf is unlikely to permit it.

[ Nymeria might trust Arya's mother a little more than Ghost would feel so inclined. And Arya has grown in the intervening years as well. ]

Time has left its mark on us all.

Do you have family or friends that have been affected?

~~[if you likewise excuse my prostrating myself at Cat's badass rockin' feet!~~

A lot of ambient information in there, some he doesn't understand but would be interested to learn (e.g. direwolf?) but isn't necessary for this moment]

Let me know if you change your mind. I truly don't think it would be a problem.

[height or "direwolf"—neither would likely bother Kay.

At first he doesn't quite parse her meaning re: the marks of time. Looking in her eyes for a moment, however translated (presumably) from binary and back, he thinks he does. And his slightly tilting his head might communicate that kinship back.]

No… I haven't.

[Though for once he actually has friends here. Luckily they've been spared. —If Kay were affected, they'd need some serious analysis on the phenomenon immediately for reasons beyond treatment.

With an injection of deference into his tone, for her indulgence in a subject change—but this is… he has to ask:]

Your family… did you all come here together?

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[ ~~mutual squee party yes or yes I hope I do not disappoint! I love my wolfmama~~

She glances down briefly to hide the sudden rush of tears that threaten to spill from her eyes. As thankful as she is, and oh she praises the gods for their mercy daily, to have Robb, Sansa and Arya returned to her, and to perhaps have some chance at repairing what tattered bonds she could command with Jon and, to an even lesser extent, Theon, she still misses Bran and Rickon with every breath. And that doesn't even begin to touch on how much she still feels the ache of Ned's absence. She still mourns her father, and she would give one of her miraculous new powers to step into the safety of her uncle's arms once more. To laugh with Lysa as they had as girls...To reassure Edmure of his own worth and support him as heir to their House...She is certain that the gods are still punishing her, and she will accept what they feel to be just.]

No.

[ For a moment, he may be forgiven thinking that will be the end of her explanation, but then she looks up, and she is just as calm and collected as she was at the beginning, yet if one looks closely, one can see the shadow of grief in her eyes. ]

My oldest son, both of my daughters, and my husband's oldest son, are all here with me. The gods, or whosoever is responsible for our presence here, have seen fit to keep us separated from my two youngest sons, and my husband is still dead. As was I myself, and Robb...."

[Her voice breaks; she could have borne a thousand deaths if only they had survived her... ]

[low and quiet, with supreme, utmost understanding]

I'm so sorry.

[Who knows who, if anyone, she reminded him of. …Nobody in particular. But everybody he's been most closely allied with, at the same time.

Someone who's fought and cared. Not just one. Both.]

I died, too.

And so did… both of my friends here.

Two of us died at the same moment, last life.

But we came here at different times.

I don't know if it's… a way to live… waiting, or… hoping. But… I asked because time misalignment doesn't seem to mean anything. Doesn't rule out…

[a faint laugh at how even more ludicrous than he'd thought reality was. And it had been a high bar to pass]

…the impossible. More of it.

[ ~~this is so beautiful. gonna be trying to make Jyn and Cassian honorary Starks before the day is out lol~~

She glances away for a moment, buying herself a breath to collect herself, to hide the wild anxious hammering of her heart in her chest at the very thought that perhaps she may yet see those she loved and lost and yet still loves once more. Not that she had not already entertained the thought already, but it was more a wistful wishing than anything she could truly hope for. And yet....and yet...

I grieve for your losses, ser, and rejoice that you have been given another chance. If the gods be merciful, you will have the life here that you want.

My son....he does not know that he died, and I cannot tell him. It is enough that I remember. He died for love and a dream of freedom, brought down by peevish and bitter old men...

[ That redhead temper is beginning to flare, and with an effort, she bridles it. ]

I will keep my children safe in this life. One failure to do so is surely enough.

[ In this wild and reckless moment, she may even be counting Jon Snow. Will wonders never cease? ]

[~~D'AWWWW I'M IN~~

Whether it was abductive reasoning from details in her attire and words, or microexpressions or articulation giving clues, or just his own projection onto her of others he'd known… he goes ahead and makes the kind of statement he would usually avoid for likely being wrong.

But this time, he doesn't think it will be.]

The failure is usually of reality's making. There's only so much even a mother could do. But I think if this reality knows what's good for it, it had better yield to your will.

[It's a longer, more formal, yet also more familiar speech than he'd usually give. But he reflects back what's provided. …And with her, it doesn't feel artificial.

The genuineness is there now when he offers an introductory smile.]

My name is Cassian by the way.

[Because he finds he wants to know hers. Know more about her. Possibly also to relate back to Jyn.

The motherhood pillar is one that had been lacking for both of them—from Jyn, violently stolen; from Cassian, utterly nonexistant. And this woman seems to champion it as brightly and fiercely as Jyn had the insistence on hope.]

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[ ~~Jon won't fuss too much about adding on to the farmhouse, surely lol~~ It is a new experience for her as well to have this kind of rapport with essentially a stranger. He reminds her, in some unfathomable way, of Brienne. A good person, under all the armor there against the outside world. In a small way, she feels inclined to trust him. ]

I have five children and I have often wished for the ability to be five mothers at once, the better to keep them all safe. It is a pleasure to meet you, Cassian. I'm Catelyn Stark.

[ There's a hesitation there. It feels wrong to leave off her title and to not name Winterfell or at least Riverrun, but that will mean nothing to him, she is sure of it.]

Are you and your friends safe?

[That's an interesting question. Not because he hasn't asked it of himself, but because he has always done so so constantly and subconsciously, about each moment; never pausing to really reflect on it more broadly.]

…In terms of the aspects of reality we can understand, my friends and I may be less at risk from almost any physical threat than we've ever been.

[Superstitious thinking again: that's not a challenge to the universe to prove him wrong. Please.]

In terms of those we can't…

[How to trust the Porters, how to trust that anything so easily given can't be as easily taken away…?

At last, a faint shrug and a smile… not haunted, exactly, but holding resonance to something long ago and far, far away…]

…we choose to hope.

[Maybe that's their superpower.]

[ A mother with children here? That, somehow, makes this sleep plague even worse in his estimation. ]

It doesn't seem to have affected some of those for whom sleep isn't a requirement.

Do you need anything brought to you?

[ He imagines she won't want to leave wherever she is if she's keeping watch on them, after all. ]

[ She does not expect offers of aid from someone not sworn to serve. That's just not the way she's used to things working, and the offer is enough almost to drive her to tears. ]

We are well supplied at the moment. Jon has seen to that, yet if nothing changes....

[ she trails off, not wanting to follow that thought through to its logical conclusion. ]

[ Kid nods soberly, because he's already considered that problem on a much wider scale... but obviously those right in front of Cat are her main concern. ]

Did you happen to notice anything amiss with them, before this happened? We're still trying to identify common denominators that could be causing this, so the effect can be reversed.

[ Cat is usually very good at the bigger picture. but she understands the bigger picture a little better back in Westeros. Here it is just endless confusion. ]

I am sorry I cannot be of more help. All was normal at the day's beginning...and then, for seemingly no reason, everything changed.

[ If it's any consolation, the bigger picture here is mass confusion for most imPorts, not just the Westerosi ones. ]

You needn't apologize, ma'am, I was only curious. You have understandably more personal concerns on your mind at the moment.

My previous offer stands, however, if something does arise that you need.

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