He offered her a smile. Just seeing the look on her face, he knew he'd done the right thing. Watching Mia being so sluggish hurt. It was odd to see her so very down. Jamie suspected she was depressed. And why wouldn't she be? She'd been tortured by those monsters. She'd watched a girl die. Jamie still didn't know exact details, but he'd known what had happened. It was plain enough from the crime scene, which he'd inspected after Mia'd been stable in the hospital and from the hollow look of her.
"Morning," he said, not too cheerful, but keeping his voice strong and normal. He'd done a lot of talking in order to fill in the silence. And he'd always spoken as though things were normal in an effort to make them normal again. "I have food." He walked over with the plate.