It was useless pointing out to Sarah that thirty for a married woman was quite different than for someone with a child already and the name she was born with, as Cassie already knew it would be a bittersweet point. She knew how much Sarah longed for a child but the visions she'd had of that future were sketchy at best. The child she saw looked a great deal like Sarah, and as a result, like Freya, but there was precious little else. She didn't even see Frederick in this future but that didn't mean he wasn't still there, skulking on the sidelines probably muttering about their collective mistakes while Meer aimed something at his head.

She didn't need to sight to know one day they would come to blows. She only hoped she got the chance to see it.

"I'll try to bear it nobly," she said with as much dignity as she could muster with her shawl threatening to dip into her stew everytime she moved her arm. "Tell Abe to bring less firewhiskey this time though please, we do all have to work for a living and..." she swallowed a bite that upon the chewing had actually proven quite tasty. "Is Frederick likely to come? Leo might want some masculine company besides Theo."

Although her son, in her estimation, was a much nicer conversation partner.