[What Kaede gets from Ferran is... an actual scowl. She probably hasn't seen that from him... ever? He's certainly had a serious look about him before, but there's a certain bitterness behind his expression now.]

Of course not. None of us are okay—and we won't be until we find what's messing with our heads and keeping up this carnival.

[The relic. The Aurelian Compact, whatever that does. Funny how Lucretia never talked about details. He gestures at her magic musical companion with a hand that's also been recently injured.]

Is there a reason you're playing with a piano toy right now?