Suddenly Sonja's face became as rigid as stone, all blood draining leaving her features pallid and pasty. She was too afraid to ask if the young woman's face had scars covering half of it, picturing Eva's trusting face as the last time she had spoken with the woman. Woodenly she turns away from the tray, and makes her way to the bed. For a moment she was afraid that the food that she had carefully put into her belly might find its way back out, but she managed to keep her body more or less under control.<br/><br/>"I..I think I am going to lie down again." laying on top of the coverlets, her back turned toward the maid, Sonja draws her knees up to her chest. Though a few shudders run through her shoulders occasionally, she does not allow the tears that threaten to fall loose.