"Good." She slid the cool, tall glass of water over to underneath her chin where she peered down at the unfortunately melting cubes. A finger collecting the condensation. Dripping over her long nail. "I don't want you to." It was as honest as she could get without withdrawing from the conversation, consequently the company entirely. And as if on cue her black, puppet heart sought immediately to change the subject.
"Are you going to show me around the castle?" calmly, and with only the faintest flicker of expectation. She resolved it was okay to see this old, rekindled friendship through.