"Yes, and- My fiancé and I were-" Caster couldn't continue, unable to give the sentence its obvious end. Now that she'd burned through her grief, she wasn't sure what she even had left.

As the toxins started to work their way from her body and movement started to come back, she slumped to the floor, resting a hand on her dragon's back as it settled in her lap. The little one had fought well, too.

But then came a more unexpected question. "...you know, then. That 'Caster' isn't-" Had she told her that much about her world? In all her brain fog, she couldn't remember. Everything blurred and nothing made sense.

"I'm sure you can guess from a display like this, but..." the fire was already going out, Kadoc had certainly helped with that. Well, little point in hiding the truth at this juncture, was there? "A Sorceress of Colchis, who came to be known as the Witch of Betrayal in my lifetime- one whose name was immortalised in legend for my vengeance.

"My true name is Medea."