With Sable out of his house - the house that not only where Bill once lived, but Bill's brother, and his father, and Bill's Father's Father had lived, a family home that went beyond the family tree he read about in books, at least in some variation of reality - Cassidy calmed considerably and he crouched down beside Soren. His voice was as soothing as it had been cold and spiteful a moment ago. "I'll call Sindre. He'll come and fix you up, princess. I'll get you some water, too." He pulled off his gloves and tucked them into his back pocket before running his hand down Soren's back, assessing the damage that Soren had done to himself. "We'll be all right soon, Soren, I promise. I'd rather she hate me than you. You don't ever deserve hatred. Ever."