It doesn't have to be awkward. Or an apology, for that matter. [ Said with mirth and reassurance. Life as a mercenary has wrought many surprises in her day; it could have been much worse. She didn't end up with a bloody nose or bloody anything, you see— and Kassandra knows she could have, as she had come close to meeting the claws of her gloves. ] A promise of a meeting your future should suffice.

[ Felicia would be right her attitude seems slightly misplaced, given their current situation. But she has seen that the world is... strange. Her world, in particular, harbors many secrets of Gods and creatures of the Underworld. Panic has never done her any favors yet in life— in fact, it contributed to her ill-fate on that cliff nearly twenty years ago.

So, for now, she tries to be... casual about it. The fear is there, on the prowl somewhere deep in her heart. It helps to be somewhat distracted by the whims of a leather-clad woman. ]

You— what? [ This, however, actually manages to catch Kassandra off guard. Her expression matches her shock, uncertain if she should be insulted or humored. ] The malaka you thought I was... was a former lover?

[ It takes her a moment for the information to settle in, but Felicia isn't wrong. Men are pretty useful for information; her entire livelihood is depended it as a mercenary. ] Sounds complicated.

[ Kassandra will tease her for it in the future. For now, a friendly hand is preferred over getting the cat on her bad side. She reaches up, her hand envelops her forearm in a weak grip. Now, Kassandra is bulky, especially in her light armor she'd woken up in. In fear of bringing them both down, she tries to assist, rolling forward and distributing her weight evenly so that Felicia can help bring her back to her feet with just a tug. Once she finds her balance, she tests her legs. Strangely enough, it seems better than before... ]

You did a few things to me, but luckily, you are not responsible for that nasty bite.