( That is... That is certainly something. Cassandra is equal parts curious and horrified. )

They said that, did they? That's ( a pity ) probably for the best.

( It takes Cassandra a few monents but she then manages to look past the tree and at the elf carrying it. Her eyes scan the woman, taking in her appearance, the tattoos, and before she can quite help herself she remarks: )

You're a long way from home.