His use of French was always guaranteed to make Cerise smile wider; it wasn't often here in England that she got to hear her native tongue, and she relished the moments she got to hear it. It was so much nicer on her ears than English, which grated on her sometimes. "Je suis bien," she replied as she led him back to the sofa. "Et oui, les cartes sont en me parlant." Settling onto the sofa next to Noah, she angled her body towards him, offering him a faint smile. "Non, il n'y avait pas de visions de la mort. Au moins, pas aujourd'hui. Hier..." Although that had been a vision of the past, not a premonition, it had still been brutal. With a sigh, she added, "J'ai eu une consultation avec quelqu'un. Il était plutôt ... désagréables."