Grothia pauses, by contrast she is neat. Clean. Her clothing, however civilian she might be trying to pass as is a little too carefully lain. Sits stiffly on her like it knew it had to behave. Her gaze breaks away from her briefly to slide back to the empty space that had once been where Little Xici had occupied. The one visible eye fixed on it before she looks back at Kate as she stands in front of her. The answer is simple, at least. Holding without looking away, and slow to blink.

"Yes."