Oh, there was more, but it wouldn't horrify him, it would most likely strike him as sad in a way he had only seen part of, she was on the floor curled up in a ball, sobbing brokenly with her fist pressed to her lips to stifle the noise and hopefully not attract his attention. But then she heard his voice and the sobbing stopped immediately, and she looked anywhere but Tris as she sought to control her emotions knowing he was now in the room. With knowing he was in the room, she said, "I'm sorry, I'll clean it up," as she knew from experience how he felt, though not that it was as bad as it is.

She then rolled to her other side so he couldn't see he struggling, though it would be hard to miss the way her hands now covered her face. It was clear she was more upset at something else than the puke that didn't make it into the chamber pot. And he would not be able to miss the half packed trunk, but there was no signs of the chaos of quick packing from someone in a hurry. No, it was done with deliberation and even a tiny bit of dust might be noticable over a figurine she had never shown anyone that looked to be old and cracked, even still sporting soot from a fire.

This was not a woman running from him, it was a woman biding her time until such a time where she did have to go. But the decor she had purchased with her work money had been left in various places so lovingly and deliberately as to show an affection for her space.