She looked at the tray. There was fruit, something that looked like meat and a glass of weird green stuff. "Wolf food again?"
"Protein helps." He handed her the glass. "Drink this first."
She took it, sniffed it and made a face. "It smells like blended grass."
"Still. Drink it."
She took a sip, then coughed. "Oh my goodness."
"You will live," Ethan said, unbothered.
She leaned back against the pillows and started picking at the fruit. Neither of them said anything for a bit. The room was too quiet. Her brain started filling in the silence with memories.
She cleared her throat. "About last night..."
Ethan did not look at her yet. He just leaned back in the chair, waiting. So she kept going even though her voice was low.
"I was drunk and emotional. I was not thin
