She ducked her gaze slightly. They all looked young to her, barely able to take care of themselves. This was hardly true, she knew. Magic could do so much. But she had a strange lense of time to peer through. One being the year she was from and the other being her Sight. "What was it like - when you found out?"
Cassandra nodded slightly - yes, she'd tell him. She was acutely aware of the feeling of being 'used.' Mostly it was for her abilities - not for her friendship but she knew it. "It's always been easier for me to be on my own," she confessed softly, "The Sight has plagued me for so long. People become afraid of what I'll See. The castle has given me an opportunity to try again, day by day. I'm just not very good at it." It was her way of agreeing with him - but if he too became afraid, well, she wouldn't hold it against him.
"We'll leave it for Monday, perhaps. 'Tis poor manners to be doing business on a weekend," she decided firmly. They wouldn't really get anything done, she was certain.