The Sentinels shatter me

An ear flickered at his question. Had she eaten? Perhaps some time ago, but not recently that she could recall. Yes. Her answer was truthful, but not as truthful as he would've wanted. Yesterday, I think. Or before... Confusion settled into her hunger-addled brain, and her thin form moved quietly among the brush as she settled to her haunches, thin as they were. Eilidh had not idea how to come out of this funk, and no idea if she even wanted to. Her father would want her to live, but something about his death had broken her, and she wasn't sure it would ever mend. 

How are you? She glanced up into his handsome face, so much like her father that it hurt, and quickly looked away.