Cassandra goes still, shock, and horror, and anger echoing through her at his words. But there’s no thought to flee. Not anymore. Not from the stranger in the shadows trespassing on her castle’s rooftop. Throwing her past in her face as though it’s nothing. She feels his words like a physical blow, although none of that shows on her face or in her bearing. She’s had far too much practice at maintaining the façade of being fine.

“Only one of them had fangs, actually.” Spoken casually, as though she’s not haunted by the both of them day and night. As though she’s not filled with a slow simmering fury towards the man in front of her. Fury, and hurt, and guilt, and a thousand other things. “I will avoid any question I like, as a matter of fact. I don’t find the need to answer to strange men I find on my roof. But I would be interested to discover how it is you’ve come by your knowledge of me.”

She is toe to toe with him, now, or she would be if he was doing anything as mundane as standing upon the roof’s surface, gazing up at him with sharp blue-grey eyes. Every inch the young noble she was born. Fiercer, though. Stubborn and blazing.

But she’s close enough to see him, to note the endless void of his eyes, and realisation clicks neatly and abruptly into place with certainty. Oh. Accompanied by countless questions and thoughts. The loudest of which is Daud is not going to be pleased. She knows exactly who he is. What. He is. “So.” She says, rather abruptly. “You’re the Outsider. You are a very long way from home.”

And more to the point... why is he here? HOW is he here? She highly doubts he felt the selfsame need to find her that Daud did. It’s... curious.