He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Her thoughts had gone on a journey, also, and the way had been rough, for her face wore a strained appearance.

The hands lying bare in her lap were tightly gripped, so that the nails and knuckles appeared blue.
The Harvester hastily cast around seeking for the cause of the transformation.

A few minutes ago she had seemed at ease and comfortable, now she was close open panic.

Nothing had been said that would disturb her.

With brain alert he searched for the reason.