"Okay." If he stays, she'll be a little better. Someone to distract her instead of being left alone with her thoughts. "You don't have to," she waves to the room, her strewn about clothes and the knickknacks she's collected in her months at the hotel. "do all this. You can sit."

Cashmere takes a deep breath, and then another. "Tell me what happened while I was gone." How long has she been gone? She doesn't know and honestly doesn't care what everyone else was up to while she was busy dying. But it'll be something else to think about.