Darling, that's quite slow

Alora sat by the window of the room and sighed. Everything that happened in the morning revolved in her mind again and again. She picked up the hand mirror and looked at her reflection in it. 

"If I knew how to use my eyes well, things would have been better," she murmured. 

"Why are you here?" Magnus's voice reached her ears and she tilted her head to spot him. "Weren't you supposed to sleep? You have a headache." His concern grew as he walked to Alora, who was on the chaise. 

He noticed the mirror in her hand. Before he could seek an explanation from her, Alora said, "I couldn't sleep. So, I thought to come here." The moment she lowered her eyes, Magnus sat next to her. 

"Why do you hold this mirror?" He asked despite he already had realized Alora must be checking her eyes.