"I am not very hungry, to be honest," she said thickly. Then she turned to him, "Can we just sit for now?" How the tables had turned, at least for the moment, where it was she who fought eating. She took a deep breath and let it go.

She then looked up at his face, the same one who occupied her thoughts. Pain flashed through her expression at the movement, gingerly lifting her hand to her chest to elevate it.