The charity hall was quiet now, there the morning light spilling light across the tables, books and papers can be seen lay scattered. Elise sat with her hands folded but her posture and composure was restless.
Across from her, her brother, Kurt leaned forward, elbows on the table and his gaze steady but was troubled. He studied her plain clothes, her tied‑back hair, and her quiet presence that seem almost invisible.
“You’re eating properly, right?” he asked in a voice low and almost hesitant. “You don’t skip meals just because you’re busy here.”
Elise’s lips curved faintly though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I manage.”
Kurt frowned and then he shook his head. “That’s not an answer. You look thinner than last time. You can’t keep giving everything to them and nothing to yourself
