"It has been an effort," she said, leaving her fingers against his arm as she let out a breath, "to synchronize myself with it so it no longer bothers me, but it can be done." Weariness pressed spots against her vision and she felt the beginning swirls of hunger. It took a half second to suppress it, a slight narrowing and focusing of her eyes the only indication she'd had to expend effort at all.

That she blamed on tiredness in general.

Her answering smile, though, was small if warm.