Such a beautiful word, 'intimate'. Particularly when heard slipping through Cassandra's lips. Elphias could only imagine what sort of situation Cassandra had seen. The word elicited many an imagine in Elphias's mind, and soon, he could quite easily understand why she had chosen to return home rather than accompany him; it was unlikely that she had very many experiences with intimacy, unable as she was to handle a touch without potentially being assailed with images of the future.
Elphias nodded his understanding, but still wanted to reassure her, despite not wanting to change that intimate future for all the world. "But even if it's the most likely future... this one would be easy to change. You need only say that you don't wish to see that future realised and I will prevent it. If you remain indifferent or undecided, we can let things play out. But I must admit, Cassandra... that I'm quite fond of you. And I care about you a great deal." He'd forgotten all about the game, again.