When they were back at the camp, Cassandra darted off to her tent, rummaging through her pack and getting out the splinter kit. She approached Evan, and crouched in front of him, gently taking one hand, she began to remove the splinters. [color=f6989d]"you know, when I first started cutting wood for my Aunt, I got so many splinters, I swear My hands looked like a porcupine!"[/color] she said in a soft tone, being as gentle as she could. 

[color=f6989d]"sometimes I think splinters are the worst thing in the world, little slivers of wood!"[/color] she gave a shrug, and continued to extract the splinters, content to do so, and happy to help a friend. [color=f6989d]"everyone, everyone hates getting them, and everyone bes mucho and say it doesn't hurt, but I can tell you, a majority of them go off and sniffle to themselves!"[/color] she haves soft laugh, rocking back on her heels when she had finished.

[color=f6989d]"don't worry about it, okay? My hands are tough from chopping wood since I was 12, and the guitar playing too, but I still flinch at the pain of a splinter"[/color]