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[No, no, no. She has to get out of here. The doors are open, they can just leave. Even as Elsa crouches down to help the other woman up, there's fear in her eyes. Her lips part, anticipating an answer to how she's doing - terribly, as anyone could see. How is she supposed to work her way out of this? What can she say to Elsa that would put her at ease without saying any-

Oh. Elsa's hands are. just as smooth as she remembered them. Soft and cool against the cuts and heat emanating from her face. Rather than pulling away, almost instinctively, Cassandra leans into the touch.]

I...

[She shudders. There's no strength in her arms.]

I don't think I can go back to Corona.