She does, laying the girl gently down and kneeling beside her. Her hands twist before her; she is anxious, and does not know how to help.

"Her mother is very worried," she says quietly. "They were separated, she - she was buried in a snowdrift for some time."

The girl's lips are blue, her skin pale. Cassandra swallows, glancing up at Bruce with pleading eyes. "Is it too late?"

Yes, someone whispers, and Cassandra's head whips around, looking for the source of the voice. There is no one there.