Cassandra couldn't help but sigh as she watched Sebastian retreat. Typical. Just when she started to like someone, just when she started to trust someone, they had a way of disappointing her, betraying that trust in one fashion or another. She could choose to blame it on the curse, but the reality had long ago edged its way into the corners of her consciousness. It wasn't the curse that drove people away. It was her.

She picked up one of the pillows and followed Ianto. No more talking, for now, she decided. Her mouth always managed to get her in trouble.

Instead, she silently glanced at each of the alcoves, taking note of the different artifacts nestled within. The metalwork tree caught her attention. It made her think immediately of the Rowan Tree, of the gate that had first pulled her from her demise, nearly two years ago. Could it be that the Rowan Tree existed in this world? That it had someone brought her here?

She didn't know, but she desperately wanted to find out.

But it was up to the men to decide where they went first. When Cassandra made decisions, it ended poorly.