[She had no explanation herself. She hoped he didn't ask because she wouldn't know what to say. Her mood felt so somber for some reason. Maybe it was the cold settling in or maybe it was all that had been happening lately. It was hard for her to pinpoint it so she certainly didn't expect anyone else to.

So when he asks in his ever blunt way, she doesn't have an answer to that either. She sips quietly on the soup, dainty and all manners. It's quite good and she smiles faintly at the warmth that seeps back into her from each spoonful.]

I couldn't tell you, to be honest. I've been feeling listless lately but with a sense of restlessness at the same time. [She shifts and snuggles closer to the back of the couch, drawing her legs up to her chest.] It's a strange, conflicting feeling that I'm not sure how to get rid of.