Mauve watched Jean stare at her in awe. It was just after the last meal and Jael had called him in to check on the state of her health.
"What do you think?" Jael asked when the silence filled the room and Jean was still not saying anything.
Jean was bent on his knees with his head the same height as Mauve's arm while she sat upright on the bed.
One of his hands held Mauve's hand while the other held the lamp which he used to study her arm a little too closely.
It was hard to see his face when it was almost glued to her hand. He let go of it and stretched out his palm. She gave him the second one and stared intensely at it.
The suspense in the air was thick and Mauve could see Jael pacing from the corner of his eyes. The fact that he was walking around that much but no footstep could be heard was pretty impressive.
