Cassandra sat up and it took all of her willpower not to smash her fist into Vlads face. She was blood stained, and hurting, her wrists and ankles raw from the bonds,, but she still managed to push past vlad to despite the pain of each movement on the cuts along her knees "are you all right?" She asked softly, plans already whirling in her mind, but she didn't focus on them. "I'm sorry"