Vices
It was, surprisingly, Wolfwood who noticed. She quietly left the dinner table, returning later, much paler. Wolfwood brushed it off as illness. But when it happened again and again, he became suspicious.
He started to notice other things, too. How she wouldn't eat anything sometimes and gorge herself others. How much thinner she looked.
After following her and listening to her vomit, he confronted her.
"Why are you doing this to yourself, Short Girl?" he asked quietly.
"I- because it's the only thing I can contr- well, never mind. Mr. Wolfwood. I don't demonize your vices; please don't demonize mine."