My world here has precious few inhabitants, and you are one of them. [It was a subtle tease back in her direction; he liked that they could volley words back and forth.] If you would like. You are still ill, and I have recovered.

[Exactly! Damn medics. It's a conspiracy, clearly.]

He is, and I am but poor to him. It is... hard to figure out. [There was a soft sigh; clearly, someone didn't want to think about it.] It still goes on the list as a possibility. I just don't like how there's no concrete proof of anything.