Lucy chewed slowly on the remainder of her food, closing her book and putting it away. She let out a yawn that could have been from tiredness or boredom. Despite this, she didn't turn to him for conversation. Cobra couldn't think of anything to say anyway. He was still thinking of what to do when Lucy suddenly turned and spoke up. "Wait, how did you get in? You didn't break in, did you? I don't think Mira would appreciate a busted door or broken window."
"Huh? The door was unlocked. I thought someone else might have broken in, but I only heard you, so I assumed you…" Cobra trailed off as he saw Lucy's face pale. "You thought you'd locked it, didn't you?" She nodded, and he could see a faint trembling in her hands.
"I didn't…I could have sworn…" She put both hands to her forehead. "Oh sweet Mavis, I'm so glad no one cares enough about this place to enter it." She took a few deep breaths. Her thoughts churned, replaying scenes of that morning, swearing up and down that she closed and locked the door, despite Cobra's evidence of the contrary.
A painful throb went through him as he watched her attempt to calm down. Words stuck to the back of his throat. Did he really think he could say something comforting right now? Whatever he tried would just sound half-hearted and forced, so he suppressed the urge. But the notion remained as a tiny whisper in the back of his mind.