Liria was getting really good at pretending everything was fine.
Too good, actually.
If there were awards for feigning normalcy while internally screaming, she'd be a grand champion, gold medalist, reigning titleholder.
Outwardly, she did all the usual things ate breakfast, insulted Ananara, ignored Enara's judgmental looks, and pretended she didn't feel like she was being dragged into a black abyss by a mother she had absolutely no intention of bonding with.
"Liria."
She blinked. "What?"
"You've been staring at your plate for five minutes." Enara's voice was clipped, but her midnight eyes held something dangerously close to concern.
Liria glanced down. Her fork was hovering an inch above her scrambled eggs, unmoving.
Well. That was embarrassing.
"I'm just savoring the moment," she said dryly. "I don't get to enjoy my food before it gets interrupted by some life-threatening nonsense."