Professor Kazimeriz poked his head into Alessia's room, just to check on her condition before he went to speak to Reynard. With any luck at all she would be sleeping peacefully. The old man had not slept all night, having been busy dealing with the aftermath of the atacks. It showed on his face; he looked 100 years older. He felt 150 years older, for that matter.

He glanced around-- Alessia was up, on the other side of the charmed Impenetrable Wall.

Drat. He had hoped that he would not have to speak to her. Not yet.

"Good morning, Alessia." Kazimeriz said softly. "How are you faring?"