“How’re you feeling, darling?” Cassandra asked as she walked into the room, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

It wasn’t common for topsides and fissure-folk to fraternise and definitely wasn’t encouraged, but Cassandra couldn’t help herself the moment she saw you.

You’d gotten into a fight in the underground, sustaining a few minor injuries. Cassandra treated it as if it was a brush with death simply because it was you.

She sat down at your bedside, touching your hand to her cheek as her eyes flickered to the bandage on your nose.