Katana reached out and picked up a stuffed cat doll from the cluster near the headboard, pulling it against her chest.
Her fingers sank into the soft fabric, gripping it, holding it like a shield.
She watched the person sitting at her left, but still could not hold his gaze for long.
However, she no longer looked completely away either. Her eyes would meet his, flick away, and then drift back.
Katana's brows involuntarily rose.
The small movement opened her expression for a brief moment before she controlled it again.
Her face smoothed back into its usual stillness, but something in her eyes had shifted.
She reached out and picked up a stuffed cat doll from the cluster near the headboard, pulling it against her chest.
Her fingers sank into the soft fabric, gripping it, holding it like a shield.
She watched the person sitting at her left, but still could not hold his gaze for long.
