[Seeing him cough, her brow lifts curiously. His behavior seems a little odd, but he's always doing things that she doesn't know how to comprehend. Cornelia isn't usually the type to pry into one's personal matters, but she doesn't think to try and stop herself before she pushes him to talk about it further. Tilting her head, her eyes are still studying him as she leans one hand on the blanket.]
In part?
[Maybe someone was responsible for the extensive amount of time he spent there. A lover, perhaps? But as she thinks it, she blinks, lowering her eyes again. What does something like that matter? She doesn't care who he spends his time with. Before Marina and certainly not now.]