Mohini was dearly hungry, and the scent of the sliced apricot was hard to resist. She glanced out from under her hair, which thankfully covered her dark eyes, wet with near tears. She licked her soft lips and opened her mouth just enough to allow the fruit in, and leaned towards it, but stopped short. This woman had been so callous to her so far, why would she suddenly change track? Mohini, cautious, made no move further move for the fruit, it was probably some kind of trick. Let her come so close to having the delicious morsel then deny it, and worse, probably punish her for daring to try and take it. No, instead Mohini waited, if Masina wanted her to have it, she could tell her so, or feed it to her.