Cassie stood there nervously and became even more tense when she heard the footsteps enter the room and stop at the doorway. She kept her eyes down until she heard him voice a quiet greeting to her. Slowly she looked up at him and herself eyes widened, a gasp escaping her when she saw the few bruises on his skin and his swollen lip, having a horrible feeling it was her fault he had gotten those. For a moment, she took a step forward, as if she were going to go check on the wounds, but stopped herself, body going tense again as she shook off that idea and carefully took a few steps back from him, her hands closed so tightly into fists that her nails dug into the palm of her hands, causing them to bleed. It hurt yes. But it was better then the pain she felt right now in her heart. She wanted so badly to rush over there and check on him. To make sure he was okay. But she fought against that instinct remembering how he hadn't wanted her near him before and how he had called her names. 

She continued to take a few slow steps back until she had given him more than enough space between the two of them, wrapping her arms around herself, her gaze averted for a long time before she finally got the courage to look at him again, taking a deep breath before speaking, "H-hello." She bit her lip as she brushed her hair from her face, looking at him shyly, "I'm sorry....you got hurt...because of me, didn't you?" She felt guilty for that. She didn't want to see him hurt. Whether it be because of her or not. Her assumption was Toni, but then again, it could have been anyone. 

She paused, trying to think of something else to say, anything to say to this man she so undoubtedly loved. What could she say that would make him think differently of her? To not reject her as he had done when she was brought in this place? To make him not want to see her on the cave floor with a bullet in her head? She wasn't sure what she [i]could[/i] do. She didn't know what she was truly like before. All she could do was be herself. And surprisingly, her self now was spot on with the old her, just minus the memories that went along with the personalities and emotions. 

Finally speaking again, she moved to sit on the table once more, looking at him, trying her best to give him a soft and brave smile, "I know you don't want to be here. Around me that is. Uncle was the one who forced this. I...If you don't want to be here. If you just want to leave, that's fine. I understand. I can tell Uncle that you tried to talk to me but it didn't work. That way you won't get in any trouble by him."