"Keep adding to it, and it could be a new sort of necklace," Fever says with a glance. It's more relieving than she expected to have Cassandra simply leave it at that. Sometimes, one can't choke down an idea all at once. Piece by piece, it dissolves.

Piece by piece, it becomes tolerable to look at for more than a moment, eyes adjusting so that it might not be too bright.

"Cassandra." As carefully mellow as she has been this entire time. "If someone asks you to dance today, say yes."