He's aware that she has a devout religious belief, once that is very different to his own but held perhaps more sincerely; he's doubted the gods, at times, when there seemed to be a curse brought down on his family by some ill fate. Gaius would thank Apollo and Asclepius for his recovery, though he's long ago run out of the sacrificial wine he'd been given. But her sentiment, to thank her Almighty.

"The doctors have done godly work," he agrees. He would have been sure that people would die, with an illness this severe running through the villages. It would have been so in Rome.

He nods, slowly, at her assessment, then wishes he hadn't and takes another few sips of water.

"It has been a long time since I dreamed about him."