She wouldn't dare put the plum core anywhere near his papers. She may not be a scholar, but she knows the importance of keeping books and papers clean. It's hard to work on the family's books and ledgers if they're covered in a sticky residue from the remains of a piece of fruit.

"So, still nowhere." Her voice is positively deject as she says that. "Every time I think I might be closer to getting home, I find out I'm not." She sighs puts her feet on the chair she was sitting on, propping up her knees, and then leaning her elbows on her knees. "It's not your fault, but I..." She falters for the words, her head slowly falling until she's looking at the chair below her. Not having the option of going home is hurting her more than she realized.