Clara turned back toward Elena, her eyes softening just a little. "So tell me… what do you feel like eating?"
For the first time since waking up, Elena's expression shifted… not dramatically but enough to be noticeable.
"I'm craving something warm," she said, thinking for a second. "Maybe a rich chicken soup… and cheesy garlic bread on the side. Oh and a bottle of wine would be wonderful."
Clara blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sudden change in tone. The way Elena said it… so specific, almost thoughtful… felt oddly normal compared to everything else.
A small smile tugged at her lips despite herself.
"I think chicken soup is the only thing you're getting for now," she replied, folding her arms lightly. "You can save the rest for after you're discharged."
Elena looked at her with a blank face.
There was a faint pause, just long enough to register disappointment before she masked it completely.
"Alright," she said simply.
