[She'd be right, though yes, the fate of reality is at stake.

Cait waves a hand towards a small firepit, a clay pot already bubbling atop it.]

Have a seat then, and grab one of the bowls there. We...don't really have proper cups.

[Making do! She'll serve up tea whenever Dorothea seems ready.]

You've been involved in war already? What did you do, in your army?