Masina waited. The apricot waited. When Mohini opened her mouth, Masina's other hand touched the girls cheek as light as a feather. Her finger curled to brush the hair from her eyes then traced the line of her jaw to raise her chin.<br/><br/>Brown copper-flecked pools of compassion stared down.<br/><br/><strong>"Take it, you need to eat."</strong><br/><br/>