Cass reaches up to stroke Lucrezia's hair, her other arm holding her in closer, tighter. If anyone were to come home now it would look strange, the two of them clinging to each other while their ice cream melted a few feet away, but that doesn't matter much to Cass. After all, she's used to seeing people react to how strange she is.

"No, Lucrezia. Will love you forever, would die protecting you." Which doesn't mean as much here, when death isn't a permanent thing, but it's no less true.