Ezio twists to look over his shoulder, and he leans back against the window frame for balance so he can gather Stephanie closer to him, at least until she pulls away again. That is a body, and it's regretfully not the first he's seen in a state like this -- but it is strange to see it so undisturbed, laid out peacefully. If it weren't for the bed being soaked in long-dried fluids, so red they look nearly black, he might have thought it deliberate, but he knows. The soft tissues are long gone, and the bones fall away from each other, just far enough to look distorted.

He shakes his head. Her point about Paradisa's old immortality settles heavy on him, too, but such bitterness is part of life.

"That is likely safe to assume," he remarks. "Are you alright?"