118 118. His Eyes

Mauve sat upright as she heard a soft knock on her door. She could tell immediately that Mill was behind the door. "Come in," she said without hesitation.

Mill walked in with an unreadable expression but instead of walking to where she sat on the bed, she remained by the door. 

"The last meal is ready, Mauve." She announced while looking straight at Mauve.

"Oh, thank you, Mill."

Mill nodded and slipped out of the door before Mauve could say anything more. Mauve frowned, was something wrong or she was reading too much into it? It was time for the last meal of the day so it was only typical that Mill was busy.

She adjusted on the bed. Usually, Mill would have helped her with her hair at least before leaving. She walked to the dresser and stared at her reflecting, it didn't look too bad but she would have to brush.