Damir looked at Lydia for a moment.
Something about her did not seem right.
She looked tired. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and even though she was dressed neatly, she looked as if she had barely rested.
"You look tired," he said. "Are you sure everything is okay?"
Lydia gave him a small smile.
"If I'm being honest, I haven't been able to sleep all night."
Damir frowned.
"All night?"
Lydia nodded.
"I mean, after everything that happened, how could I sleep?"
She lowered her eyes.
"I'm exhausted, but I still can't fall asleep."
Damir studied her face.
He could see how tired she was.
"I think I should have someone make some chamomile tea for you."
Lydia immediately shook her head.
"No."
Damir looked confused.
"What do you mean, no?"
"I just don't want any."
"I thought you loved chamomile tea."
He smiled slightly.
"It's your favourite tea."
Lydia's expression changed.
She looked away.
"I can't drink it."
"Why?"
"At least not right now."
