And to not be reminded that he died every time she walked into her bedroom. But Isobel didn't say anything about that, instead just hugging one knee to her chest, shoulders hunched in slightly. "I... I don't remember. I think I had... tomato juice the other day? Maybe?" The days were blurring together in an uncomfortable blend that she was having problem deciphering. "It's been..."
Isobel trailed off then, her free hand reaching up to press at her eyes, a breath escaping her and along with it a quiet whimper. When she pulled her hand away, her cheeks were wet with tears and she hugged her other knee to her chest, pressing her face in against them. Her chest felt tight and it was hard to breathe, and she really, really didn't want to break down in front of a near-stranger.