Azriel was so confused. “Even food does not keep her quiet,” he murmured to himself. He saw a little light fade from her eyes. “You want me to be quiet?” “No. I was only praising your resolve.” He leaned back, watching her chew her food a little bit slower as if it tasted bitter. “You’re a smart girl, Winter. I occasionally enjoy what you have to say though it deeply distresses me and sometimes heavily makes me question your state of mind.”
