Caitlyn doesn't mind the touch. She's never been shy about physical affection; she finds it comforting, to the extent that anything could be comforting right now.

"A friend." That's not the whole truth. But there aren't many words that could adequately sum up what Vi is to her. What Vi was. What she'd hoped they could be. "She saved my life. Changed it, too." She knows she'll never be the same for having met Vi.

She reaches out to touch Vi's face, but hesitates. If she does that, her last memory of touching Vi will always be... this. Vi's skin cold, her features slack. Caitlyn drops her hand.