[Dropping the last piece of armour down with the rest, Alistair rolls his shoulders in relief and throws himself down to sit on the floor.]

That's what I was told. A... friend of mine. Said that's what happened to her. And someone else told me the same thing.

[Which isn't reassuring but it's... something. Consistent maybe.]

I don't think I'd call it normal but it sounds like it happens a lot? No one has really told me who does it though.

[Or not in any way that has made sense so far. Not that much has made sense since he woke up but. Well. Lots of things don't make sense to him back home too. Shooting Cat an apologetic look he shrugs helplessly.]

Sorry. You might have more luck asking someone who's been here longer than me. Normally my job is just to hit whatever I'm pointed at.