The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, spilling across the plush living room where Anna sat, still in yesterday's clothes, The clothe she changed into after she got back yesterday, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Joseph was beside her, as usual, hovering in that way that made her want to smile and roll her eyes at the same time. He poured a cup of tea and handed it to her with the careful precision of someone handling an extremely delicate object.
"You need to eat," he said, voice low and insistent. "Even if it's just a bite."
Anna took the cup, cradling it in her hands, and studied him carefully. He looked… too worried. His forehead was slightly creased, his dark eyes tracking her every movement as though he were expecting her to collapse at any moment.
"You're being… excessively careful," she said lightly, trying to force some humor into her voice. "Are you guilty of something you're not telling me?"
