They made you drink the sludge, didn't they?

[Caitlyn has a feeling. She remembers it all too well, herself. Her hands drop into the basket, deftly beginning to slide along the apples to try and find spots or holes. It's not perfect, but this is something menial and that had been what helped her get through it.]

It will pass. Just...occupy your hands, and your thoughts. Keep your head, and don't let it get to you.