Her brown eyes moved over to her husband, and she watched him. He wasn't still. Very rarely was he ever. Their children, or at least her oldest son and her daughter, had inherited this trait. They didn't know how to go slowly. How to contemplate before acting.

She picked up one of the candies, unwrapping it lightly. The candy went into her mouth, while the wrapper is smoothed in her fingers. Slowly, those slender hands began to fold the plastic into a crane. It settled her mind. It centered her thoughts. "Draga, what are your thoughts for a course of action?" She asked her husband, eyes lifting to him, though her fingers continued to move.