"No idea but I'm sure it'll be good." Douglas smiled before nodding to one of his servants who bowed in response before leaving the room to inform the kitchen staff to begin preparations.
"Do you need a hand?" Frost offered his hand towards Douglas; the man wasn't fully recovered yet. Sitting up in his bed and chatting for the past few hours must have taken a lot of stamina.
"That would help thanks." Douglas didn't feel ashamed in the slightest, not willing to risk his health anymore, he grabbed Frost's extended hand and was pulled up and out of bed, straight to his feet.
"Huuuuuu" Douglas released a deep breath as his balance was a bit shaky. Frost quickly moved in and supported him with his shoulder.
Finding a comfortable position, Frost helped to support Douglas's weight as they walked towards the dining room. As they passed many of the guards offered to assist Douglas but were waved off by Douglas saying that Frost was doing fine.
