[She senses what Laura is doing, it pings her mind's defenses--a gift from the Porter, this time, instead of a trick-- but... she trusts that whatever she's doing is meant to help. She lets the whisper of godsong through, turning her face away from Laura's shoulder but not moving her head.

Cass has a feeling Laura has some more insight than she does into the sort of loss this was, but she doesn't know why. It's not like she's been looking at her for most of this conversation. The godsong definitely furthers that impression, but...even without that. Something about the way she's talking in general...]

She was... a scrapper. Um... brave, determined--kind. And...funny. We used to... play tag on the roofs, during patrol.