SPNer | Whovian | Sherlockian | | Artist | Cornhusker | Blackhawks Cassidy felt the pats on her back and pulled herself away from the headmaster, just glad to be close to someone that was actually solid and there. She wiped some of the tears away from her eyes and nodded at his words. She grabbed a hold of the rope again, following him out of the dreadful mist. Anyone in need of a healer go there. Did she need a healer? Would a healer even help everything she just saw in front of her? Maybe, but first she needed to see her twin brother and then maybe head up to the healer.
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