Nova took his words in and game him the smallest of understanding nods. Caoilfhionn wasn't really one of Nova's patients but it seemed like Razvan was coping fine with this anyway.

"I would," Nova told Caoilfhionn with a smile and came into the room, sitting down next to Razvan. "Can we pick our own colours?"

"Go on Alex," Paula grinned, poking him. "Why don't you get a bonnet?"