Ellie was quiet for a moment, rubbing her eyes; then she drew her hands tiredly down her face, allowing her arms to fall and bounce against the mattress.
How to answer a question like that? How do I feel... The words set a thousand words fluttering along the inside of her aching skull. She thought of asking David what he'd read, how he felt, what he wanted. Should I pack my things after all?
Instead she glanced at him in silence, expression simultaneously sullen and nervous -- but there was a smile on his face that she knew well, and in spite of everything Ellie smiled back.
"Not well," she whispered finally, shivering a little in the cold of the bedroom. A patch of goosebumps lifted along the skin of her arms, the paleness of her exposed chest and belly. "Strange. Nervous. Sick."