Ethan lay in bed, his Soul Sense silently trailing Rose and Mia as they returned to their room. Both girls collapsed onto their beds, not even bothering to remove their clothes—ready to spring back into action at a moment's notice if needed. Through the link, Ethan gently nudged their minds, guiding them into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Back in his own room, Fern and Crystal quietly tended to him with practiced care. They wiped his hands, feet, and face with warm towels, then gently turned him over and massaged his shoulders and legs. Not a single word was spoken between them.
After everything was done, Crystal pulled out a thin straw and carefully slipped one end into the corner of his mouth. She then took a sip of some warm liquid, holding it in her mouth before feeding it to Ethan through the straw.
The substance flowed slowly, fragrant and soothing, slightly warm after passing through her mouth and the length of the straw. How hot had it been when she first took it in?
