She curled her hand loosely, slipping her glasses back on with the other hand. "I haven't heard from Elena in a while... Is she all right? She and Reno seemed to be getting along well at the breakfast the other day." For a moment she had the insane notion of never washing that hand again, but dismissed it as silly and ridiculously childish. ... But she did cup the one hand in the other as though it were a precious, breakable object, and watched his face.