Cassandra keeps her eyes on her work through Fever's silence, chancing only a very quick glance under her eyelashes; she sees no anger, no disgust or offense, and is willing to wait out whatever other reaction there may be.

When the response comes, she understands its indirectness. It's probably how she would have responded herself.

"I hope so too. I think they have been, so far."

She holds up the garland, studying it. "I think I've made this too big to go on anyone's head."