[She stays close, stays under his arm and partly against his side. Her head is fuzzy and weird still, not all of this feels real, but Dean is safe. He's always been safe.]
Not hungry. Soda would... be okay. Um...
[She'd kind of folded it up in her hands, but she unfolds it now, smoothes out the lump of black fabric and fixes the ears, so they stand up the way they're supposed to. For a moment Cass just looks down at the stitched up mouth and the blacked out eyes, but then she holds her cowl out to him, hand steady and expression stony.]
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15/7/13 22:15 (UTC)Not hungry. Soda would... be okay. Um...
[She'd kind of folded it up in her hands, but she unfolds it now, smoothes out the lump of black fabric and fixes the ears, so they stand up the way they're supposed to. For a moment Cass just looks down at the stitched up mouth and the blacked out eyes, but then she holds her cowl out to him, hand steady and expression stony.]
Put that... with Sammy, for me?