A couple of confused blinks, as she tries to figure out what Sarah is talking about. Thinking, thinking really hard. Her sestra is clever, and sometimes tricky. Sometimes she misleads and sometimes they hurt each other. Sarah's manner with her has been so different, though, she she leaned into that welcome and the friendliness offered. Now she is uncertain. Her fingers itch for a blade.

"What is Castor? The prison name?" The words come hesitantly. "I'm sorry," she offers, a little nervously.