It was clear that she wanted to manage on her own, though Cass was sure he'd made a faster job of transfiguring the rock into clothes (or better yet her clothes into a uniform) as he did have a habit of doing just that. Still he didn't argue, or at least wouldn't unless she failed.
'It's close to us,' he said when she asked. 'Reason enough?' He shook his head. 'Why do they do half of the things they do? Bloody maniacs.' He dearly prayed that none of them would ever find out about his mother.