"How are you feeling, Lady Viola?" Draven asks as he passes me a cup of water.
"I'm still a bit weak, but I should be better before the expedition this Sunday," I answer sweetly, graciously taking the cup from him.
"You shouldn't rush your recovery just for the expedition." Draven picks up his own cup and takes a few sips out of it. "You shouldn't underestimate the harsh winter outside. It can kill you if you aren't fully prepared for it."
I fix myself on the bed and pull the blanket up my lap some more since it was falling. "I will be fine. I'm almost back to full strength, so you don't have to worry about me. It will be like it never happened."
This is so uncomfortable... I can smell that Draven is furious that I woke up so soon while showing me his best sincere smile. His fake sympathy makes my skin crawl. It's a bit annoying how this is part of Delic and the guy's plan.
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