And it was that very human question, in a very human moment, that steeled Cassandra's resolve enough to reach out and put a hand on his arm. This was the person she could talk to, this was the person she could actually trust. He would probably vanish like smoke in an instant, but for one moment, she could remember why she had felt so passionately for Apollo.

"Why were you holed up in a tavern?" she asked.

What was the worst that could happen?