A scholar of the The Volscian Conservatory in Lodorwind. Katerina was plagued with the burden of never realising she was the smartest person in any room. A kind girl, with gentle hands. For several months she apprenticed under the healers looking after Cassian, and for several months she made him wonder if he should have tried to be a better man while he could. He isn’t sure why, but even after her short apprenticeship was over, she still came to see him. His one visitor. His one friend in the world stationary enough to see him. Katerina was the one who infected him with his new, silly little ideas about morality.
“There are never any lost causes,” she would say, despite the fact that his blood wouldn’t stop running out of a new damned papercut. “Redemption can be found even in the unlikeliest of places,” She would say, despite the fact that he had done more bad in his life than she could count. “Righting a wrong sometimes sooths the soul, even if you don’t manage to earn forgiveness at the end.” She said, and it gave him the idea, sparked a vicious longing in him to see the Gambit and fix whatever he had done to cause them pain in the past, to savor the friendships he still had with them.