She looked at the chair by the window, apparently determined it was acceptable, and sat with the upright quality of someone who was committed to occupying as little space as possible.
She was still holding the flowers.
Rex looked at them.
He asked, "Are those for me?"
She stared at her hands as if she had forgotten about the flowers and was now thinking about whether or not to bring them. "Oh... this is..."
"I was practicing in the courtyard this morning, and they just came out that way," she said. "I thought it was rude not to bring something when someone once helped you, so."
She put them on the little table next to the chair as if she wanted to put them down and stop talking about them.
Rex glanced at her for a moment, and the expression in his eyes conveyed a warmth and calmness that Nerith understood. It wasn't flashy or over the top.
"Thanks," he said, looking at her. "How have you been sleeping?"
Nerith looked at him like he had asked an unexpected question. "Well..."
