"Thank you." He moved slowly, as though he were judging each and every step. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but that was all right. He was still moving at all which was good. At his age, there was always a small touch of question in whether or not he would wake up each morning. Moving into the room, he half bowed to her, then found himself a seat across the desk from her.
"Honestly," he began with a smile. "I came to inquire after your health, ma'am." Moreau was nothing if not willing to be a wonderful person to those who were apparently near to him. "There have been some disquieting things floating about of late, so I thought I might come and see how you were faring."
All said without any hint of fear she was actually under any real stress. Good bedside manner meant making your patient as at ease as possible.