[light neck scratches are very much acceptable by Owl's standards. In fact, he hops a bit closer to Elsa to hang out with her.]

What's there to talk about? My... friend is dead. [Cassandra shudders at the word "friend". She can't bring herself to say his name.] The girl he liked is dead too, all because of a mistake. And... even if I get out of here, even if I can get back to Corona... I'm not going to be welcomed back.

[She meets Elsa's gaze.] But I have to tell them what happened...