Cass smirked as he listened to them, deciding that this was much better than laying in his room doing nothing.
'Mediwitches are boring, they don't flirt back,' he said with a half snort that turned more into a cough than anything else. He ignored it, laying back.
'Not right now,' he admitted when Susan asked him if he needed something. 'Avoiding the food here wouldn't go amiss,' he added with a small grin. 'Your soup is a hell of a lot easier to digest than whatever they serve here.'