Cassidy had settled against a wall again and watched with detached, near clinical observation of what went on in the room. He thought that if he just tried, he could likely guess the steps and movements of the entire group as it focused on the weakened and suffered, and on Ares' height and his broad shoulders.
The compound was something like a polar opposite of Mordhaus - stark and open and vastly bright, in comparison to the dark, rich, near cozy expanse of the castle that he'd grown up knowing. He sipped his water and laid his head on Henn's shoulder. "You did good, Bright eyes. You did good too, princess." He set down his glass of water to put his arm out so he could wrap it around Soren's waist.