Jude pushed the mandrake leaf around his mouth, trying to find a place for it where it would not making speaking, eating or drinking distinctly uncomfortable for the next month - or however long until he made it from one full moon to the next without accidentally swallowing it.
He’d get used to it eventually, he was sure. Besides, there was no use complaining about - well, anything - in comparison to the night Kieran had had. ‘Fine’, he called it, like it could ever be that. Like this was the best that could be hoped for. “Good,” Jude said, more brightly than he felt. He only wished - he could be more reassuring. Sometimes talking in the mornings here like this was easier, somehow. Sometimes they were both too tired to talk at all.
Jude swallowed, making sure the leaf stayed put, and settled on a subject that was the least likely to be divisive, especially at this time of the morning. “Do you want something to eat?”
He’d get used to it eventually, he was sure. Besides, there was no use complaining about - well, anything - in comparison to the night Kieran had had. ‘Fine’, he called it, like it could ever be that. Like this was the best that could be hoped for. “Good,” Jude said, more brightly than he felt. He only wished - he could be more reassuring. Sometimes talking in the mornings here like this was easier, somehow. Sometimes they were both too tired to talk at all.
Jude swallowed, making sure the leaf stayed put, and settled on a subject that was the least likely to be divisive, especially at this time of the morning. “Do you want something to eat?”
