Ian finished eating breakfast. He used a napkin to wipe his mouth and glanced at Angelica who had remained sitting on the bed staring blankly not at anything in particular.
She was more quiet and distant than usual, which was saying something. Yes, he had not known her for long, but there was something off about her mood today. She had not even made an attempt to come and eat even though he had kept silent and stopped teasing her.
Ian had an idea of what was wrong with her, maybe she was wistful for her home. It made sense, she was young, had probably never been away from home and had probably not been away from her parents for longer than a few hours in a day.
Maybe she longed to see her parents. That would make sense, although he doubted that he would feel the same if he was in her situation. He had been away from home continuously, in fact he wished that he could go away.
