Nodding at the explanation, she continued to stroke his hair. Cat's own mother was in Napoli at the moment with her father, for the most part healthy and whole. Gianna swore it was the Mediterranean -- that swimming in it daily extended her life by years. Cat didn't know for sure, but she felt grateful, suddenly, that both her parents were in good health, and that they had each other, despite the tumult of their relationship. The thought created a pang in her chest for Elias, and slender fingers traced over his soft waves of dark hair.
"It's good of you to take care of her," she told him. "That must be very difficult for you."
She noticed his eyes slowly focusing; maybe a blink, maybe a change of the glint of the dim light on them from the large windows. It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but she got the sense that his condition was improving.
"Are you feeling a bit better then?" she asked, shifting only slightly away from him to get a better look.