Good Food
On the drive back, Osho couldn't help but think that Mrs Jane felt... off.
She still seemed as stoic as ever, and her Aura was stable, not indicating anything was wrong with her. Yet there were still small signs. The way she kept glancing at him through his reflection in the car window, how she made sure to stay near him, and asked if he was alright or needed anything each time he made even the smallest movement.
'Is she worried about me?' That was his initial thought, and it wasn't entirely wrong, but for her to seem this way when she seemed the same before her talk with the other two Experts... what did they talk about to make her this much more concerned about him?
He sighed inwardly and chose not to think about it, but he still kept it at the back of his mind. Just in case.
