Like always, Cassandra thrived in Evan's praises. It didn't matter how many times he said them, or how alike they were, the sheer thought behind it all was enough for Cassandra. "How will I ever expect you to forgive me when my emotions get out of control if I won't forgive yours?" Cassandra questioned happily. While she didn't want her emotions to get the best of her, she knew it would happen. Some day, somewhere down the line. Whether her face was lined with worry, or whether it was simply her estrogen ridden hormones, Cassandra expected to grow angry with Evan. And while she might not mean the things she said in such a moment, she wanted to know, at least right now, that Evan would have it inside of him to forgive her. Goddess or not, Cassandra understood social interactions. If you kept taking without giving, you would one day be screwed. In Cassandra's case, she tried to give as much, if not more, than she took. She never knew when she'd need someone's help. Whether it was from a good friend like Emmy, or a slight enemy like Clara.
"Me?" Cassandra questioned, a bit taken aback. Evan wanted to know what she thought of this whole thing? And here Cassandra expected to agree with whatever Evan thought of it. Oh dear. "Some sort of magic gone wrong, I suppose? Since it's messing with some of our magic, and what seems to be the elves' magic," Cassandra replied. Her voice was slow and wavered in and out, indicating that she was both unsure of her opinions, and unsure of Evan's. "I don't mind the darkness. It takes a bit to get used to, but I almost fear what some of the savages will do at this school, knowing some people cannot use magic. I - I know chaos comes hand in hand with uncertainty." Something Cassandra had read in a novel, not an academic text. Which was where she found the vast majority of her information, and from where she readily believed information.