Elena thumbed a few pages in the book, scanning the sonnets briefly before closing the book and patting it softly. "{I will guard it with my life.}"
She bowed her head to her friend before picking her fork up to poke at her food again. She did want to finish it, but she knew she'd be hungry later. The fruit just wasn't very appetizing with the looming feeling of dread on her mind. She really was worried about finally having to train with Charlie.
"{Does anyone else here speak our native tongue or are you still just teaching your friend?}" She assumed she was the only one, but there could be others. "{Everyone I've met only speaks English. I suppose that's what you get when you live in America.}"