[Would it be stranger if she smiled? It's hard to say, but the exhaustion clearly went both ways. There's visible effort in the way Cassandra continues to carry herself, putting an extra sway in her step. Maybe one of these weeks would be the one where she stopped clenching her jaw.

But surely not this one.]

You want to know what I think? [That catches her, but only for a moment.] I'm... not okay. I'm tired, Iris.

[And she approaches, one step after another.]

And I know for a fact that you're not okay either. You wouldn't have left to be by yourself if you were.