Carried, once more, but instead of being carried by the damn secret princess this time, he was carried by the secret dragon. Cass was questioning his reality once more.
He wondered, briefly, how quickly his condition would get to the others. Would they even care? He wasn't so sure. He had no idea what had happened in the mansion while he'd been out of commission, and Sam, his little lackey, was too worried and flustered about his condition to give him anything to work with.
He knew this from the way that the man was looking around, nervously twisting his hands, and how deep the circles under his eyes were. He had probably been worried sick outside his door when Cass himself hadn't emerged. This was probably also his worst fear come to life.
Cass, clearly injured, and he couldn't do anything to help or stop it.