“How are you feeling now?” I asked.
Sage glanced up at me. “I'm fine.”
I studied her expression, trying to determine whether she was being entirely honest with me. “Are you sure? I mean, does your stomach still feel strange, or have you noticed any other reactions since the treatment?”
She shook her head as she returned her attention to the clothes in her hands.
“No, I haven't noticed anything unusual. I feel much better now, and the discomfort is gone.”
I released a breath I had not realised I was holding. “That's good to hear.”
“It is,” she agreed, placing another folded shirt into my bag. “At least I don't have to keep worrying about how I'm going to feel every time I eat something or take another dose of the treatment.”
I nodded, relieved that she was finally beginning to feel l
