Cass could hear Soren's thoughts about guilt and exhaustion and as he hugged Henn, he murmured a creaked, "Hey, you, how you holdin' up, Bright eyes?" then he looked to Soren.
"So lay down, princess. I'm not going anywhere, don't worry about that." He turned to Teague again and raised a brow. "Dad? I'll be fine. Promise. Just go home and tell mom to go to bed. Jesus, it's like you people care about me or something." That was a joke, even though it kind of wasn't. He sighed and rubbed his face (Well, the part that wasn't covered in bandages, at least), and drifted back off to sleep.
The night went on, the city moving like well-tuned clockwork under Big Ben's clockwork. Cassidy knew in a way, he was insignificant in comparison to that, that he was alive because he had other things to do before he got to make his mark on the world, like the nobles of the Tower of London. And for that, he felt blessed.