The woods were a sad memory for Cassandra. These parts, at least. Not this exact forest, of course, but it was one very much like this that had changed her life, when her parents had died. Push off the road...she just didn't like being so far within the trees. She smiled at Billy when he spoke, and nodded, beginning to collect some. She had absolutely no idea how her form was displayed as she bent, picked up, and carried some good sized pieces of fire wood. 

She gave a soft laugh, and held out her hand for the hatchet, [color=f6989d]"I'll have a turn. I usually cut the fire wood at home"[/color] She said brightly, willing to get a little dirty and besides, she had fun cutting the wood usually.