She and Darin have had time to discuss what went down. He'd questioned why Palamedes would ever be troubled to see her again, but Cecelia knew what it was like to once again see the form of that which was killed by her own hand.

...Or at least, a stolen version of her hand.

She still hasn't remembered the decades of training in masking and managing her expressions and emotions, so her brow knits as she hears the cadence of his heart beat and the weight of his words in his breath.

"I did you no favors our last meeting, did I." She almost apologizes, but remembers how strange it felt to consider apologies from those who perished at her own double's hands. It wasn't right.