Damien is still standing on the hill with the two survivors he managed to snatch from the explosion when he feels the hum of magic beside him. And a gate opens. Cassie is standing on the other side, unharmed, her eyes normal, her expression cheerful. No hint of remorse. No hint of trepidation. She holds her new violin carelessly in one hand, the bow in the other.

"Do you want to play some more?" she asks. "It's nice having someone to play with."

The archer doesn't even twitch. The other survivor, a medic it looks like, looks up at the psychic, and stares. Her eyes are blank, like she's dead inside, like she's staring into the distance rather than directly at Cassie.

Damien starts when Cassie's gate opens beside him, but he quickly recovers and replies, "Hey, yeah sure... just a minute though, ok?" He glances back at the two shellshocked survivors. "You two have any, uh... family? Or anything? Outside of Bhati, that is, I guess. I can get you pretty much anywhere you want to go." He seems a bit unsure of how to actually handle this kind of situation, having never actually seen an entire city get completely wiped off the map before.

"I have a cousin who was with the refugees who went to Parakh," the medic says. Her voice is flat. Complete lack of affect. "No one else." The archer doesn't speak or move, just stares into the crater.

"You know where to find me when you're done, Damien?" Cassie says. Cheerful. Casual. No evidence of being shaken, or in shock, or at a loss.