Not many things held flavor for Padma these days. It was hard to savor all the little comforts she held so dear when those around her were suffering—when she herself felt so lost and incapable in her own life.
"I hope I am, too," she admitted, eyes drifting down to her tea as if it might portend the future before she'd finished drinking it. "None of us deserve to suffer." Her eyes drifted up to Theo's once more and she gave him a soft frown. She knew, however, that their hopes were merely wisps on the wind the heralded the storm.