To her, it was still weird. It wasn't the attention that bothered her - she had no trouble performing in front of an audience when it came to dancing. But there was nothing artistic or attractive about her wolfing down pancakes.

"At least try the eggs so you can see what I meant about the butter." She put down her fork and sat back to stare him down until he did it. Doing so made her realize how uncomfortably full her stomach was. Strangely she felt like she should eat more - that she needed to eat more. But she was equally certain that if she did, she would make herself sick.

And as for his assertion that she was to go back to resting, as if 2 days of it wasn't enough, she only had one reply.

"Okay, Nurse Ratchet."