"Thank you," Saphira says dryly. She sat up against the pillow and sat the tray on her lap, tasting the soup. "That's really good." She was doing her best to smile, but her eyes gave away her true feeling of being sick. She hoped she would be well enough for the ball since she had ordered to send the invitations out that afternoon. At least she wouldn't have 'To do' list in the way for a while.