Claire blinked tiredly at the bowl of soup in front of her and yawned loudly, the sound echoing in the large and quiet room.
She looked around the informal dining room where she and the others have their meals and wondered if it had always been so large and cavernous.
She shook her head, tiredly, rubbing at her raw eyelid that stung from how much she had been abusing it. Claire felt so tired and weak, and tried to remember if she had gotten any sleep last night or done anything strenuous to make her feel like this, but her head felt too muddled for her to think.
"Pass the fish," she heard Lissana say from beside her in an eerily blank tone that alarmed Claire and made her turn to the other woman.
"What in the hell," she gasped as she was met with the sight of a faceless Lissana whose
