Cassandra chuckled darkly, not sure having her head nearly ripped in two by its own power was 'taking it well' but she supposed Savannah meant more that she wasn't screaming in terror. Either she had gone mad (which she knew she hadn't) or it was real and there was no point in fighting the strangest magic she'd ever seen or heard of. But she said none of this. Not yet.
Carefully, with Savannah's help, she got her feet under her again and rose up out of the snow. She hadn't noticed the cold or the wet from the intensity of the pain until it was no longer there. "Ah, thank you," she offered with a small smile. This one was a good one. Not bothering with the ridiculous questions of whether or not she needed help - just actions and she appreciated that.
"Mm, that sounds about right for the Ministry in any era," Cassandra couldn't help rolling her eyes slightly. Quite casually, she tucked her arm in Savannah's as if they were the very best of friends though mostly she needed the support to soldier on into the castle. A fond smile was turned upon the gray stones and towers of Hogwarts. Of course, it had. "I'm a Seer - a prophetess. All that. So this," she gestured to her head, "I can only assume that it's... readjusting to the timeline."