"What is it that troubles you now? You are becoming easy for me to read. Come here," Ophelia said, patting to the right of her. "You can tell me."
"I'm afraid I cannot. When was the last time you rested?" Dante asked, shifting the conversation.
"I know what you are doing, and I shall find out what troubles you. I have rested when you were unconscious. Not as much as I used to, but it was enough," Ophelia said, taking the bowl of pastries from Dante's hand when he sat beside her. "Are you worried about your mother? Or about the curse?"
"My mother is in the dungeon. She cannot go anywhere, and it would be hard for her to hurt herself. I do think of the curse. I can feel it, but it is growing weaker. Perhaps there is more to do before I am completely cured," said Dante.
