Evaline didn't like the silence that followed. She knew James was in pain, and it was probably from the recent cut that opened today. He was in pain, but here they were, sitting down under the stars in front of the river garden, eating soup because he insisted on waiting until they had more privacy. They were alone, but she could hear snippets of people talking and laughing loudly in the background. It wasn't private enough.
She felt like she should say something. Something to carry the conversation and keep his mind preoccupied. Problem was, Evaline had never been very good at small talk or initiating random conversation, even with friends. Carry or withhold a conversation, sure, but not initiate.
"How... are you feeling?" she asked, the words feeling forced out of mouth.
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