[Lila is the only person here Cassel can actually sleep around, as in, real mostly restful sleep when he's not half freezing to death, and not the paranoid, exhausted dozing he's been doing with everyone else. It's Lila who's having a hard time, as always, and he hates that there's nothing he can do to help. He'd swap places with her in an instant if it were possible, but he's starting to realize, to really understand, what being locked in a cage for years does to you. PTSD symbols on a cold, glowing screen pale in comparison to Lila screaming herself awake every night. He's even dealing with the loss of magic better than she is. He's only thought of himself as a worker for a few months, after all.
So, Cassel feels guilty. When doesn't he?
Tonight is different, though. Cassel wakes up to Lila's nails digging into his bicep, dulled by the thick fabric of his coat, and he's awake in an instant.]
Lila, what—?
[Before he can register what's happening, Lila is trying to rip something from the ceiling, and he scrambles upright, reaching for her arm, his heart racing.]
3!
So, Cassel feels guilty. When doesn't he?
Tonight is different, though. Cassel wakes up to Lila's nails digging into his bicep, dulled by the thick fabric of his coat, and he's awake in an instant.]
Lila, what—?
[Before he can register what's happening, Lila is trying to rip something from the ceiling, and he scrambles upright, reaching for her arm, his heart racing.]