"Did something happen, Eve?" Renaud asked her. He saw her completely zoned out and not having her dinner.
"Huh?" She snapped back as soon as she heard her father's voice.
"You are not having your dinner properly. Is something bothering you?" He asked again but this time with a gentle tone.
"Umm," she took a pause and asked, "Where is uncle Admiral?"
"As usual, has some council work," he informed her.
"I see," she murmured and took a bite from her dish. She thought about the people who lost their only way of income in the fire hazard. She chewed her food slowly feeling pity for them and thought about ways to help them.
"Father," she called him, swallowing the food.
"Umm?"
"Can we help the people who lost their stalls in the fire?" She asked him politely. Her voice reflected concern for them.
"Depends on how you are going to help them," he stated. She looked at him in a puzzled manner.
