Adah continued to quietly watch River, even as River turned away, even as she lightly went to take the apple carefully, slowly sliding it away from the blade it encased. Only when she was certain that River would feel the distinct lack of weight at the end of the blade from the moment of release did she look away, curving the apple in, twisting her wrist around as she surveyed it from different angles. Her fingers moved, quickly, dancing, the position of the apple changing in sudden jumps from the skilled work of her often used left hand until she could run her thumb along the clean line of where the knife had stabbed into the apple. She considered what little features of the head was remaining, making a quick diagnosis of which part of his brain River had permanently damaged, before taking her own bite.

She shouldn't stay much longer, she mused as she chewed, glancing toward River and offering the apple. She had her club to get to soon...