"My body… feels weak," he said, his voice still hoarse. He tried to reach for the bowl again.
She watched his shaky hand and decided right then. "Forget it. I'll feed you. I don't want you dropping it and making a mess."
As she spoke, she sat down in the chair beside the bed.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to his lips.
He opened his mouth obediently, taking the bite she offered. In that moment, he was as docile as a puppy, eagerly accepting spoonful after spoonful.
But his eyes… they never left her face. That intense, focused gaze made her skin prickle.
That look… it was too much. She had to break the tension.
"You mentioned that woman last time…" she started, her voice a little too casual. "The one in the story. Did she really kill someone in that room? The 'bloodstained' one?"
"Yeah," Jeffrey answered, swallowing another bite. "She did."
