I was so worried for Jem that I couldn’t think straight. Danny kept trying to talk to me but I practically ignored him, letting out a few yes’s and mhm’s to keep him satisfied. It was startling the way he kept the conversation going when I wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to him.
Danny took us to some food stall and got us some sweet cinnamon-tasting treats I've never had before, and all I could do was shove it in my mouth as I wondered what Jem was eating right now. Were they even feeding him? They gave him stale bread earlier, I hoped they’d actually give a proper meal for dinner. I did stare at all the dresses on the displays, thinking back whimsically to the days when they were all I cared about. Was I really that shallow before? Thinking back to the palace, if I wasn
