"Where are you looking?" Layla asked.
I realized I had been staring toward the floor while reading the interface. Since she couldn't see any of it, I quickly waved a hand.
"Oh, I thought I saw something."
Layla glanced toward the floor as well before looking back at me.
"And?"
"Nothing."
I was about to continue when I noticed a small dark patch spreading across the front of her shirt. She followed my gaze downward and immediately realized what had happened.
"Oh, no."
Her breast milk had started leaking again, leaving a visible stain across the fabric. She quickly covered herself with both hands and leaned forward, clearly embarrassed.
"Sorry," she muttered. "This has been happening a lot lately."
"Don't worry about it."
I took off my jacket and stood up, carefully draping it over her shoulders so it covered the front of her shirt. Layla pulled it closer around herself and gave me a grateful smile.
