Her eyes darted from Bay to Mr.Kitridge when the man spoke. Good, he could talk meaning he was g-- never mind that. He passed out. Cassia dismissed all the dark thoughts. He was ... napping or something. People do that.

When her head of house spoke to her, she was glad to have something to say rather than be consumed with her thoughts. "I ... we..." she started gesturing to Jasmine, ".. Followed mister Kitridge and Victor to give them blankets," That seemed to have happened a long time ago when it actually couldn't have been that long.

Touched by her head of house concern, the snake nodded and willed herself to stand straighter. Despite her strictness, the healer obviously cared lots for her snakes. "I'm ok, just really cold," she said rubbing her arms. Oh, and she had scratches, as did Jasmine. She almost forgot about those.