Klara hovered awkwardly at the living room door as Elizabeth finished shoving clothes into a bag.
She was rubbing her arm, and Elizabeth noticed that she kept glancing at the window, but she wasn't speaking and it seemed like she was only there because she felt rude about leaving. "You don't have to stay here; I'm sure you have better things to do."
Klara smiled weakly and Elizabeth repeated the statement in German, even though she was sure Klara had no trouble understanding her.
She glanced out of the window again and Elizabeth realized she was anxious about where Stian was.
"They are treating you properly, aren't they?"
Klara hesitated, but nodded shyly.
"I'm happy with them."
The way she was staring at her feet made that entirely unconvincing, but Elizabeth decided not to press h
