Ivar walked slowly toward the bed where his mom was laid on. She seemed to be breathing with difficulty, her body was shivering a little bit, and her lips were dried.
"Are you feeling that the room isn't ventilated? Want me to open the windows a little bit more?" She nodded her head while giving him a light smile. His mom seemed to be quite restless before he arrived, but now she was more at ease. Lydia was always uncomfortable when his son wasn't around, after all.
However, Ivar didn't know if she was concerned about his health while he was working out there, or if she felt lonely and insecure when alone. Maybe it was both since he knew about his mother's constant worry about him, but was aware of how her accumulated trauma and sickness made her think that she would die if she stayed alone.
