This is... not exactly permission.  Even if Cassie could kind of use a hug herself right about now.  Food, blanket, hug, what else can she even do...

She puts her hand back in her lap and starts softly humming a lullaby.

Blaze makes a tiny, involuntary sound of loss when Cassie moves her hand, but she still doesn't try to make further contact.

Cassie peeks over at Blaze, trying to read her expression.

"...Maman is below, she's mixing up dough, for cookies I know..."

Lost, and tired, and perhaps a little intrigued by the singing, but mostly just lost.

"...for little Pierrot.  Fais do-do, Pierrot mon p'tit frere..."

She cautiously puts an arm back on Blaze's shoulders.

She goes still, and then...shudders slightly, does that not-quite-leaning-into thing again.

Cassie is twisting the hem of her sweater into knots with the other hand, but leaves her arm where it is for now.

 "...fais do-do, mon p'tit Pierrot."

Blaze leans a little further into her, and gives a quiet sob.

"Go to sleep, Pierrot little brother..."

Cassie wraps her arm a little more firmly around Blaze and pats her gently on the shoulder.

Blaze sobs a few more times, head somehow coming to rest on Cassie's shoulder.

Well, this is... not good that she's sad, but maybe she needed to get a good cry out?

Cassie shifts closer so she can properly support Blaze's weight and puts her other arm around her, still quietly singing.

One of Blaze's hands, very hesitantly, grasps Cassie's top.

After a little while, her sobs cease, and she's still for a moment. Then, barely audible: "I- M'sorry."

"Hey, shhhh, you don't need to be sorry."  Pat pat.  "I kept pushing when I knew you were getting upset, 's my fault if it's anybody's."

"I- a-as you say?" Blaze agrees tiredly.

Continuing hug.  So much hug.

The hug is...good. But Blaze starts getting twitchy, concerned she's holding Cassie back from something, and not used to being idle.

Cassie lets go when Blaze starts to fidget, but doesn't immediately go back to her chair.  "D'you think you could drink some more milk?"

Blaze thinks for a moment, and then nods a little.

"Mmkay, that's good."  She leans forward enough to tug the dish of samosas closer to them, and takes one to munch on.  "Sorry I interrupted lunch."

"I- it-it's fine. I- shouldn't have- you were...happy and I-"

Cassie puts the samosa down and puts both hands over her face.  After a minute, she asks without moving, "Would it make sense if I said I was thinking the exact same thing?"

"I- yes- No- I- don't know? Yes?"

"Okay.  Okay, um."  She runs her hands through her hair, darts a quick sideways glance at Blaze, and starts breaking bits off the samosa.  "It's important to me that you get as much to eat as you want, and/or need, and I feel like I made that harder."  Maybe let's just deal with the feelings separately.

"I- what- no? You-" Pauses, looks at the food, takes a careful breath and looks at her hands, folded neatly in her lap. "I- don't need, that much, ma'am. I- haven't had- this much to eat- at one time- in a while?" (Ever.)

Cassie nods hurriedly.  "Definitely don't eat more than you're comfortable with, I just- I wasn't sure what you liked, and I wanted to make sure we had plenty?"