Cass dropped down beside Steph, picking up the shirt that to her, at least, was reassuring. The smell, the feel of it just screamed safety to Cass. Picking it up she placed it round Steph's and making her friend lift her arms up in place before she can slide it on.

"You're okay, you're not there. You got out," Cass said. A miserable sound making Cass press her lips together. "Don't make me tickle you. You wouldn't like it when I tickle you."