It had been an awkward, poorly-executed bow that alerted me to her distress. I made it my mission to cross-examine her at my earliest convenience.
"You are never clumsy, my friend," I reminded her, when at last we slipped away. "It troubles me to see you so out of sorts. Please ... I would like to help you if I am able..."
Her lashes lowered instantly, hiding her eyes, and her normally rosy cheeks blanched pale. Further proof she was not herself. I had never known anyone so capable of controlling her emotions as Krena. Clearly, something untoward was afoot.
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