She has been avoiding the rebuilding when the sun begins to set, because the cold is a bitch and she's found better ways to keep warm than simply working herself to the bone. Said better ways happen to be six feet tall with a gaze that could light a fire, no match needed, but we digress. Curufin's story is an involved one, enough to keep Kate's mind off her own news, with several people whose names she isn't entirely familiar with. Thankfully, someone has the sense to explain their relations while telling the story, so she catches up pretty quickly.

And the news of his brother brings a frown to her face, equal parts concern and some old memory that wants to come forward.

"Sure you don't want someone to take a look at him?" That's her first suggestion. If none of her staff has done so already, she can send one his way. The second takes a drink, a moment to try and dredge up parts of her last time in Hadriel.

She thinks she remembers this before.

"Happened to a friend, I think. ... He speak to the gods before this happened?" That's what Faith did. Begged them to let her help somehow.