"Maybe we can look when we're in Dufftown," she suggested with a smile, though she didn't expect they'd have much time. She also thought that maybe she might look for something... Small and sweet in a different way. There might be objections to her passing out a litter of kittens if she could find them but she thought the wee things might lift collective spirits.
Cassandra couldn't entirely believe that though she wanted to. She slowly sucked in her bottom lip, "Well... Not about the collective us or anything pertaining to the magical world anyway. I have little mundane ones every day - the weather in the afternoon, a spoon falling on the floor, someone losing a button. Large ones, not so much, but that too is worrisome." Peter was trying to make this so positive but she couldn't help it. She knew her reality. "You just don't want me to collapse," her tone was teasing, trying to make light of it.
"I can't help but wonder what it would have been like if we had grown up in the same time," she thought aloud. Perhaps things could have been different for him, at the very least.