this WIP is only bullet points in a google doc right now, but i want to properly write it out someday!!
in the early weeks of living together, pyrrha notices that camilla and palamedes are unusually good at taking care of nona. from the start, they’ve always tried to respect her agency, even though nona can’t reliably communicate with anyone yet. in general, they have so many caregiving skills that you wouldn’t expect a pair of twenty-two-year-olds to have, and they take on these new responsibilities as if they already expected to have them — as if they’d been studying for years in preparation.
pyrrha wants to know what’s up with that.
she starts with camilla first, because camilla is the one in the body for most of the day, and she’s the one who volunteers to help nona in the bath. (it’s an involved task, especially when nona tries to eat the soap. it’s hard to squirm away.)
pyrrha asks camilla if she trained as a nurse or something on top of being a cavalier — you never know with sixth kids; they’re overachievers like that — but camilla deflects, saying that she and the warden both received some medical training, and it started when they were very young.
(camilla refuses to answer any follow-up questions. notably, she frowns when pyrrha asks if she’s an older sister.)
eventually, it’s palamedes who answers. he tells pyrrha about dulcie — the years of correspondence, the efforts to make her more comfortable, the life he wished he and camilla could have had with her, the doomed proposal, the attempt to avenge her, et cetera. wistfulness drips through his speech — palamedes would’ve been honored to care for her in whatever way she let him, and he and camilla wanted to be realistic about what that might entail.
pyrrha recognized camilla for what she was almost immediately. as palamedes speaks, looking old and tired beyond his years, pyrrha realizes with an odd pang in her chest that he’s a landmine person, too.