Cassian found Alessandro in his office. He approached, and seeing that his brother's face didn't reflect any weariness, he said, "It seems you finally had a good night's sleep."
"Aby used her magic to put me to sleep."
"I'm glad she did. You looked awful, like the walking dead."
"And I felt like one. Well, maybe I still feel like one, though you don't look so good yourself."
"I suppose it's because I don't feel very well either."
"Are you sick?!"
"No."
Cassian wanted to share his worries with his brother, but he didn't want to worry him, as what awaited Alessandro wasn't easy either.
"It's just that I'm still worried about Maya."
"Has she gotten worse?"
"No, I just don't like seeing her sick."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
"Yes, well, you know how I am. I always worry too
