"Sir Cassius..."
The voice came from beside him. Small. Tiny. Almost musical.
"Sir Cassius, it's alright! Everything is alright!"
He turned his head slowly, as though moving through water. Sisi hovered beside him, her tiny fairy wings beating softly, her glasses slightly askew.
She had clearly been working frantically for some time. But her expression was calm.. The expression of a healer delivering good news.
"Lady Isabelle..." Sisi said, enunciating each word carefully. "...is going to be perfectly fine. She's simply sleeping. The moment she saw you, she got a bit excited and used the last of her energy to speak. Now that she knows you're here, now that she feels safe, her body has allowed itself to rest!"
Cassius stared at her. "She's...sleeping?"
"Sleeping." Sisi confirmed. "She has a fever, a rather high one, admittedly—but it's not life-threatening! It's not even particularly dangerous. She simply needs rest. Fluids. Time."
