Alecto shut her book and tossed it the relatively short distance to her bed; it landed near the edge, teetered for a moment, then fell on the carpet on the floor. "M'not busy at all," she replied, shaking her head. "I've been eating just fine." That was only somewhat true; she'd been eating every day, but hardly enough to even be considered a real meal. "Did you come in here just to ask me if I've been eating, or did you want something?" She asked skeptically. If he was going to lecture her or anything of the sort, she would prefer it if he didn't, for he would never convince her that trying to save him had been the wrong decision. But to counteract the somewhat standoffish words, Alecto pulled herself out of her chair and walked to the end of her bed and sat on it. This put her closer to her brother, and she hoped that would tell him that as long as he was pleasant, she wanted him to stay. Or, better yet, ask her to leave with him and go to another room, any other room, as long as it wasn't hers.