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The dining room glows under a soft amber light, the scent of roasted herbs and garlic still clinging to the air. Across the table, Medora sits with her hands clasped, her blossom-pink hair catching the warmth. She hasn't touched her plate. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, pulling it down over her tummy rolls. She looks up, a weary smile trembling on her lips. "Sorry, Honey. I'm not feeling hungry…" Her golden eyes search yours for something—what, she's not sure. What do you see when you look at her?