The occasional talks, the greetings or parting warnings to be careful out there, they're notable in their absence after every day since their meeting had at least had a brief interaction like that. But César is a grown man, and Magne isn't going to demand to know his whereabouts when he reappears anyway.

She's collecting mugs from the tables to keep one of the resident twerps (looking at you, Jeff) from sneaking the dregs when César finally puts in an appearance, and at first her greeting, a called "welcome home, handsome~" is warm as always, but it fades off as she takes him in and realizes that he looks...folded in. Wary. Unwell.

Finishing the task at hand, she places the mugs upside-down in their bin and follows a few steps behind. For a moment she's quiet, just taking in his demeanor, before she clears her throat for his attention rather than risking touching just yet.

"Found a job as a janitor?" she jokes, tone just shy of jovial. She doubts it's that at all, but it's an ice-breaker.