The mention of egg rolls did not even get her a seconds worth of reprieve. I am going to have to find out who told her. Regan? No, that man very likely did not even speak with her sister so for him to tell her that she had had any sort of off moment was... probably never going to happen. Which left any of the people who worked with her. And Zoie did not really know them well enough yet to know who was likely to know Nora too. None of them seemed like they were malicious. Besides, we're not kids, it's not like they even know that going running to Nora is going to get me in trouble. Her face did screw up a little at the idea of being in trouble. She was an adult, for god's sake, but just that thought was not enough to make her feel any different about having Nora standing there, giving her a look that was so reminiscent of their mother that she might as well be sitting in the kitchen at home again. The only real difference between here and there was that there was only one Look being directed here way instead of two and she could keep a straight back against one. When it was both her mother and Nora? Good lord, Zoie would like to know the person alive who could stand against that and then figure out how they managed it because she had never been able to do it.
Carefully, Zoie set Sam back on the table and watched as he scurried over to join Dean, getting in on that hay action after all. She was surprised that his brother had left him anything. That would be like Nora - no, Nora would always be sure to leave her food and then make sure that she had eaten enough to keep her going well into the next day. More than, sometimes. And made sure I took my meds, got into bed on time... Zoie suddenly felt a pang of guilt for making her worry. The guilt always came, sooner rather than later. She would feel rebellious over being made to stay in or looked at like she was made of porcelian, but the guilt would come for making her sister worry about her health.
"You don't even know what was wrong," she pointed out. The guilt was not so bad that she was just going to apologize right off the bat. Those days had existed only when she was very, very small. And then again when she was a teenager and had spent a long stretch of time in the hospital, and again when she had gone there after that one date and Nora had promised to not tell their parents exactly what had happened... "It was only a really small thing... nothing serious... they needed me today, with what happened at the school... everyone was busy..." She slid her hands under the table and wrung her fingers together, just in case they tried to start shaking again. They had been doing that on and off all day, as though to prove to her that she really needed to lay down. Nora was even quicker than Regan to see things like that and Zoie really, really did not want it to happen now. She shrugged one thin shoulder, biting at her lip as she pointed her eyes down at the table, away from her sister. "I was thinking about my job." Not what Nora wanted to hear. Nora wanted her to think about her health, not about her job, everyone just wanted her to think about herself and they never wanted her to hear that she sometimes got really sick of that. "I'm fine, Nora."