"No, I suppose not," her brow furrowed thoughtfully. Cassandra worried still for those who were older. For a child, it was still a life of wonder. Things could change and be accepted. Hopefully, they would have a good plan by that time.
This time she did get up, dragging her wheeled chair around behind her. She settled in beside Peter, just reaching to take his hand. That was... alright, surely. It wasn't too terrible a thing. "It's an understandable thing. Now, you're a grown man, looking at the world from the other side," she shrugged a shoulder slightly. Cassandra huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly, "Nothing is certain. Not even my visions. There are always... ambiguities waiting for someone to insert something - like a trap. And Seeing them was a... badge of honor. Being frightened was not allowed."
She clicked her tongue at him, smiling, "Our office. I just get the bigger desk."