"I don't forgive anything," Kat said with an eyebrow raised. Lifting her mug again to take another swig, she continued, "And I don't do backstory. Adds to the mystique, don't ya think?" She placed her mug back on the table and drew lazy circles around the rim with her finger. "But for you lot I guess I'll make a special concession: I was born, presumably to two parents, lost my arm, and ended up here." Her eyes flicked back up to Ernst and she smirked. Reaching into her bag, Kat pulled out an apple she'd… acquired, and took a bite. "Not much else to me."

Her smile grew as she thought about Hel still lurking in the forest. "You pick out a nice, calm horse like I said?"