She wiped at her eyes again, wanting to turn on her side and curl up, but knowing that her mending ribs would entirely prevent it. Instead, she fell silent again as he told her she couldn't just apologize. When he called her a bitch again. Nat had called her the same, but until now she was sure that was just him being mad. But then, he'd not said hardly a word to her since that night and now Trent was telling her the same thing. They both said it. Both of them.

Both.

Dragging the blanket over her face, tears continued to leak down her face, but she didn't notice them. She couldn't when all she could focus on was that two different wizards, both who had liked her at one point - loved her in Nat's case - now both thought she was a selfish bitch. It had her wondering if that was what Sioni thought, but then she remembered the last time they'd talked and it dragged a smile to her face for a heartbeat. No. Sioni didn't think she was a selfish bitch. Difficult, yes, but not a selfish bitch. 

But he didn't matter in the moment. He didn't matter when she was back in the Prefect Office with Nat or on the pitch with Nat. What mattered in the moment was that Caitlin fully understood just how wrong she'd been. Just how absolutely, horribly wrong she'd been. And worse, she was sure that there was nothing she could possibly do about it. 

Nat hadn't come to see her.

She forced the tears to stop and slid the blanket down from her face. She wasn't sure if Trent was still awake, but she spoke anyway. "I don't know what it'll take, but I'll make it up. To you." She paused for a moment and then, in a whisper, her eyes hard on the ceiling as if he might hear, "And to you, Nat."