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[She finds the voice option comforting somehow; the anonymity allows her to feel less vulnerable and helpless, given the question she's posing to the people at large]

C-Can anyone recommend a good way to stop nightmares? Or at least...manage them, somehow?

[She knows magical ways to quell the disturbing dreamscapes she's been having of late, but she prefers to try something more natural. For now, at least]

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Cassie listened to Tara, a small frown marring her features and she took all of it in. Everyone was capable of something. They could be capable of great things or terrible, horrifying things. It was all a matter of their surroundings, how they react to them.

Hearing about Tara's girlfriend caused Cassie's chest to hurt. To be away from someone, then to reunite, only to have her murdered. That had to be seven kinds of heartbreaking.

The alternate realities thing made Cassie's head spin. Was it possible that in another world, she was regular Cassie Hack, college student? With a mom and dad who were happily married with 2.5 kids and a pickett fence.

Cassie couldn't keep Tara's gaze when Tara called her a hero. She lowered her eyes to the ground, her brow furrowing. "Please stop calling me a 'hero'."

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"I'm sorry," Tara replied, earnestly. Cassie might not like the assignation, but Tara was happy enough to continue believing that Cassie was a hero, anyway; an unconventional one, a troubled one, perhaps even an unlikely one, but a hero in her eyes nonetheless. "I-I'll stop."

Tara crossed her arms over her chest again, looking down briefly.

"How long have you been here? Do you have a place to stay?"

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"Thanks," Cassie muttered, chewing at the inside of her bottom lip.

At Tara's question, Cassie glanced down to her wrist where the tablet was connected and her brow furrowed for a moment. "About a week. And since I found the Deadmobile," Cassie said, gesturing to the white van behind her, "I've been sleeping in the back."

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Tara still felt a bit unsettled about the whole 'hero' issue, and took Cassie's mannerisms to mean the young woman was as well, but it was better to just let the issue lie entirely.

She wouldn't invite her to the Summers house, because she still barely knew the girl, and it needed to be okayed by everyone else, and they simply didn't have any more room. But she could offer companionship. A bit. Or, at least try to.

"My-my friends and I have a place. Not very far. You could stop by anytime, and-and if you wanted something bigger, a place with a bedroom, there are places like that here."

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"I'm still trying to wrap my mind about how everything's free here, man. Like, I'm used to sleeping in the van when Vlad and I didn't have enough for a shit motel room or the Holiday Inn," Cassie sighed, looking over to one of the hatches just outside the Sanctuary.

Her gaze shifted to Tara at her offer to visit, and her brow furrowed for half a second. After giving her the Cliff's notes on her fucktastic life, Tara still wanted to try and be friends? Man, the people here. "Thanks. Maybe I will," Cassie nodded, a ghost of a smile crossing her face.

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"It is weird. Not paying for anything, being so far away from home," Tara ruminated. Her voice quieted when she said, "Sometimes I'm not sure i-if I want to go home."

Going home meant returning to a world without Willow, and that wasn't something she could even contemplate without feeling an intolerable ache inside.

"I'm not far away. If-if you ever need anything..."

Tara smiled. "I'm here. There. Um, near?"

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Cassie made no comment to Tara saying how she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to go back home.

"You're easily reachable, is what you're saying, right?" Cassie replied with a small smirk.

She then nodded. "Thanks."