Cesare hesitates, not entirely sure how to answer, mostly because he doesn't quite know the answer himself. So instead he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, holding his clueless elder's hand like a child when Cesare thinks of him as anything but.

"You were ill. You'll get better soon." At least, Cesare damn well hopes so. He doesn't want to have the responsibility of raising a baby Joscelin.