It's an awkward climb through the door, but Cass manages somehow without making more of a ruckus than she already is. "Yeah ... I wasn't sure if they'd let me in without any official relation, and all," she replies, also thinking on hospital cameras and how her mother won't stop at the law if this goes on for too long, before clearing her throat and looking at Eris' figure.

Laying away from her, but awake and breathing. An immense relief - she hasn't seen what has happened to her after, has no idea what might have transpired. "How ... or well." Maybe How are you would be a stupid question to ask, with an obvious answer at hand. "I wanted to ... apologise, if there's still ... If you'd like to hear that, now or ever."

Eris Halla

Cass freezes at Eris' words, a chill running down her spine that she knows she shouldn't pursue. How come that every single system fails, and what's left is only what you'll do yourself? She relaxes her muscles forcefully, nods one time that Eris doesn't see. "Oh," she simply returns, before moving on to apologise.

And truly, what did she expect? She feels like cold water has been dropped on her once more, trying to remember the thoughts she had earlier and coming up empty. When she apologised in situations before, it's been with people she knew longer, better, coming in with an understanding that's been formed over years. But what do they truly have here? A connection that's been decided by whimsy, but is this truly worse?

She remembers when they've been in the Woods together, with Eris definitely not stuck in a tree. Memories of doing the simulation together. More memories that could be, perhaps.

"No," she eventually speaks up again after moments and seconds that felt like molasses, coating her thoughts as they try to go faster, be useful for something. "If you'd hear my explanation out ... I don't want to see you differently from before I knew ... some things actually make more sense now," she adds with a dry laugh, thinking back on little puzzling remarks. "I'm really sorry for not being there ... I just figured out my mom's in Rocket earlier that day." But that's just things to say for herself ...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put this all on you."

Eris Halla

Cass reflexively lifts her arms as she sees Eris move into an upright position - something she'd like to take as a positive sign - but in the end, she simply hovers, her hands useless, as she belatedly asks, "Do you want help with that-?" But as she asks, Eris is already sitting. So she simply puts one hand on her opposite upper arm, as if half-hugging herself.

"Yeah, for sure ..." she murmurs, sighing, fiddling with her hands. "I don't think exactly, but ... she did only move a few houses," Cass says with a dry laughter, "to coastal Petalburg, so I'm not really sure how un-obvious it is. She's ... got some squabbles with the League, before, too."

Words flicker in front of her eye, legal jargon that she puzzles together with her memory alone (and thus more wrongly, more terrifyingly), that she tries to shake off with a shake of her head. "Did you ... find your brother? I think I saw Suicune and somebody, later."

Eris Halla

A quiet sigh of relief amidst the awkwardness that Eris' brother - adoptive, if she remembers correctly? but not any less dearly - is okay. So there's someone to look out for her, probably the reason that she's here in the hospital at all. It's a reassuring thought in the middle of everything as Cass isn't sure what to say, and Eris then speaks up.

Will she be okay? It's ... there's the weak idea of a smile on her face, lips that curve upwards with hesitant, small movements. A certain irony, in Cass' eyes, that she's asked this by the person who's in the hospital bed right now.

"I think, eventually, I'll ... be. As one can be, at least." She doesn't have Jon so she doesn't stink the room, but his memory makes her take a deep breath, as well as a sideglance at Azelf. "... how about you?"

A careful breath. "And if you ... just putting it out there, but ... how about us? We can't do that ice cream parlour anymore ... probably, but another ... maybe."

Eris Halla

A hearty laugh escapes at Eris' words - she hasn't expected that, nor that Hideo Kino would be so readily brought into this as well. "Honestly, I might get back to you on that one," she grins faintly, feeling a bit of relief over this ... ... how is this the most light-hearted topic at hand? "So now I got a disappearance expert and one self-proclaimed expert to fake my death should I need it," she chuckles, thinking on how Vespa Baskerville regularly keeps checking if she might not need this expertise anytime soon or not ... and she'd rather not, considering how much her mom would flip if she should actually, be dead, and then not really.

The tone shifts once more then, and Cass' expression becomes serious, almost pensive - there's sorrow as she thinks back on how she found out, and regret about her reaction. She didn't expect Eris to actually ask if there's any questions that Cass might want to ask, too. "Oh, uhm," she reels her mind back to the first questions, taking a deep breath. "I'm ... I don't think you're a bad person at all, and ... I still like you, from what I know." A version in her head that she tries to align with reality. "I didn't really ... process it back then, but you're ... you're out-out, I think?"

The question is asked with an odd note, as if the coin is still spinning on whether a current allegiance to Team Rocket would be all that bad. She thinks back on her mother. "Honestly, I'm just ... ... how does someone so ... young end up with Rocket? If you- ever want to talk about it, I don't need to know."

Eris Halla

Cass isn't entirely sure what to make of the reply - whether it might be a reply for both of her questions, or one of them ... and which one. "I see," she does remark to fill the silence, though she doesn't. In classic teen (and maybe just human) fashion, she does pretend to know, however, or simply ... nods as thoughts fill her mind.

"... what's your favourite colour and, or hairstyle?" is the question that eventually comes to the forefront of her mind with a vengeance as everything else tiptoes around her tongue. Cass does look a bit embarrassed about this wildly out of tone question, though. "I've ... I've just noticed I don't know," she adds with a quieter voice, before her expression becomes a bit more composed.

"Maybe we can talk about that later- when you've recovered, too?" She just became aware again of the fact that Eris barely woke up from her week-long coma. And the promise of later, too, is ... another question, too.

Eris Halla