He regarded Niccolette's as she appeared to be in thought about her answer. A few days she said, Jean nodded slightly and held out the cigar for Nicco to take, if she wished.
At her question, Jean pushed a rogue lock of hair from his forehead as he pondered his answer.
"Well, no more than a couple of days. I have rather changed my plans." He grinned slightly.
"I have had an idea, I shall pay a visit to the Dean's office, inform them that my poor dear sister's condition has worsened further. Then I shall discuss the plan with Cadoc, see if he has any thoughts."
Jean gave a slight shrug then.
"After that, it's to Vienda to enquire about a doctor I suppose."
Though all that could wait, right now Jean had no desire to leave this bed, let alone the city. The fingers of his right hand continued to caress Niccolette’s side, revealing at the feel of her cool skin. Then once more his mind moved to that scar that marred her skin and pondered if he should inquire about it's origin, as his gaze moved slightly toward it.