She helps pull Steph's hands through the sleeves, letting the largeness of Kaine's shirt just drape over her before taking her hands. Her own hands were scarred from recent... fights, skirmishes, training session. Steph wasn't the only one with new scars.

"They're not... they're part of you. They show you survive, don't hate them or yourself. You have nothing to hate or be scared of," Cass said. It felt like the most she had said all day. Cass tugged Steph close before wrapping her arms around her, lips pressed together in quiet contemplation. "You're alive. You're safe."