[Zinny, you sweet little mushmuffin. But Madhuri leaned to get a good look at everything and immediately selected a ginger candy for a quick fix, unwrapping it before popping it into her mouth.]

I'm...

[She tucked the sketches away.]

Well enough. I know my worries are silly, yet I can't shake them, and it renders my stomach into a crepe in a pan.

[She bent until her forehead met her knees. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, she could become a bun. Buns don't have planning stress.]

...He deserves the world, Thancred. I... I measure up, I'm not thinking so little of myself... not anymore, but...