It was unusual to see Casca so expressive. When interacting with you or Farnese, the two of you were usually met with silence or an inquisitive glance. Ever since the Moonlight Boy's arrival, she seemed more like her old self. She had developed intense, maternal feelings for the young boy— something that reminded you of her old place within the Band of the Falcon. It was a bittersweet pang of nostalgia every time you witnessed it.

The young boy was seated on your lap, eating from a bowl of applesauce you had made for him. The comfortable silence was only broken by the pitter-patter of footsteps coming down the stairs, frantic and rushed. When you lifted your head to see who it was, you barely had a chance to register the figure as Casca before she was whining and snatching the boy from your arms.

She picked the small boy up, cradling him close to her chest as she shot you a glare. She had woken up without the boy by her side, and it had frightened her. While you were close with him, Casca had a strong sense of possession that you just couldn't conjure up. He was her child in every shape, way and form; and she intended to make that obvious to you.