Elizabeth spotted her in the hallway and frowned. “Are you alright?” Gwen shook her head. “Just a headache. Slept badly.” Elizabeth nodded quickly. “Sit down. I’ll make you some tea.” Gwen didn’t argue. She lowered herself into the chair at the kitchen table and rested her forehead on her palm.
Minutes later, Elizabeth placed a cup of tea in front of her, along with toast and a mild painkiller. “Eat something. Then take this.” Gwen reached for the mug slowly, touched by the effort. No fuss, no dramatics. Just someone noticing. She felt her throat tighten. “Thank you,” she whispered.