When Marina finished her food, she decided to drop off the plates in the kitchen herself, instead of calling for someone to come get it.
She didn't know if she would discover the kitchen through the dimness of the halls, but she vowed to try her best.
Besides, she told herself, her baby needed the exercise.
"Why are you so quiet?" She talked to her stomach, as she walked out of the door. "You don't like this place, do you?" She sighed.
She had barely made it far from her room, when she saw someone coming the other way.
Her first instinct was to hide just in case she was in trouble, but then she felt her baby's kick, and shrugged off whatever possible consequences there were.
"Hey, do you need some—" the girl stopped dead in her tracks, and went pale on seeing her.
"Hello? What is it? Are you okay?" Marina asked, waving at her.
"You? It's you— youre— you're her," she stuttered.