"So you could even tell that much...ha..."

She barely even had the strength to laugh, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Medea just squeezed onto his hand with what strength left in her, but couldn't bring herself to find the words.

Her familiar seemed more willing to give him something resembling an answer, though, if he wanted to ask for a hint. It jumped- well, more like flopped- down onto the pillow by it's mistress and looked up at him.