[Interestingly, Elsa - and the rest of their fellow captives - have probably seen Cassandra shift back and forth from her dominant to her left hand. It's a practiced thing; she's trained her non-dominant to handle things almost as well, if with a few slips. That's fine. It was just like her right hand now.
Cassandra's gaze turns downcast, looking over the hand itself. She turns it over, fingers flexing, curling in and out. Leathery skin stretched where it was burned the hottest. She could still feel it. The fire, magical in nature, eating at her arm, searing straight through her glove.]
...Sometimes. [It's difficult to admit to Elsa. The words won't flow easily.] It's fine on some days, other days... it hurts.
[But... Rapunzel understood her feelings. They'd come to an understanding, hadn't they?
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Cassandra's gaze turns downcast, looking over the hand itself. She turns it over, fingers flexing, curling in and out. Leathery skin stretched where it was burned the hottest. She could still feel it. The fire, magical in nature, eating at her arm, searing straight through her glove.]
...Sometimes. [It's difficult to admit to Elsa. The words won't flow easily.] It's fine on some days, other days... it hurts.
[But... Rapunzel understood her feelings. They'd come to an understanding, hadn't they?
I've come to terms with it.