I sigh as I pick another piece of bacon off the plate. Evelyn is quiet, but I’m not sure why. She just watches me eat mostly.

Eventually, she lets out a huff and looks over at me with a look I can’t even begin to explain.

“What is it?”

“How are you feeling after yesterday?” She asks, her voice almost inaudible.

“What?”

“How was training?” This time she asks a little louder.

“Oh, it was fine,” I say with a laugh. “I’m just sore and wondering what’s next.”

She ...