"Mn. I am. I wish I knew what happened to him, but...from his point of view. I am dead. But when I'm here, clearly I am not."

He sighs. This is a depressing subject, knowing he's alive with a heart beating in his chest and he's breathing and warm. And seeing she's looking away. "Let's have some tea and cake." He needs a distraction and so does she. "If you're not busy."

But first, putting away the cup and glass pitcher in their rooms and that means riding the elevator to the upward floors.