“Eat. You are cranky.” She made a face. “I am not.” “You are,” he said, sitting back and picking up his own sandwich. “Rightfully so with no sleep and so much to tend to,” he added. “But cranky nevertheless.” “I’ll show you cranky,” she muttered under her breath. “What was that?” he asked, arching a brow again. “Nothing,” she mumbled, shoving a piece of cheese into her mouth. They ate in silence for the next several minutes before Sorin said carefully, “Am I safe to speak again?” “Yes,” she sighed, admittedly feeling slightly better with some food in her belly.
