Cass didn't have the energy to worry about if other people heard him. Honestly, it was the third fucking floor, apparently the masters of the house's wing, so honestly? He should be fine with it.
The tree probably heard him too. Why wasn't he feeling embarrassed about that?
Everyone…everyone did what he did. It was…natural.
Sure, maybe why he was doing it was a little…different, but that was okay. If he worried too much about how others perceived him about this, he was going to go mad and he had much more important things to worry about.
Cass finished up the meal that Sam and Byron had prepared for him, Sam bumbling around the room quietly to give him some space before Cass decided that he needed to get moving. He was setting plans in motion, he needed to actually fulfil them. His first stop, talking to the nursery tree.
