A flicker of approval was blended into his eyes, she figured it was because she had attended to his call but she also suspected it was due to her appereance. Many times she had been interrogated about her poor eating habits and the ugly repercussions it brought onto her body. She knew it wasn't healthy just to stop eating when sadness arrived or stress knocked at her door --she was not stupid-- the truth was that when life got to hectic, Claire felt as if life wrapped its finger around her trhoat and choked her to the point nothing but air --and in bad days vomit-- could go through her esophagus.
Many continued to call her a lunatic, a masochist. And perhaps she was one, she had been pushed to the limit and throwed around into misery so many times perhaps she had grown attached to the pain. There was no way of knowing. What mattered now was that she was doing well, not only had she mantained her health during her captivity but she continued to recover from the extreme state of malnourishment and desnutricion she was in.
She glanced at him when he said her name and a little smile that slowly grew as the conversation rolled took hold of her face. "I'm well, no longer caged" she barked nervously, she wondered what would the behaviour of the others --including him-- would be now that she was no longer a prisoner held against her will.
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