Behind Teren, Trisha was walking with a focused face. However, her every step wobbles as if she's about to fall.
'So her strength does not make her immune to illness. That's valuable information.'
Upon reaching the kitchen, Trisha placed her hand onto the counter as if it was natural. However, the truth was that she's supporting herself while deeply breathing through her nose since she got tired from that walking.
'How big is this house!? I want to beat its owner!'
At some place, Jomar sneezed, thinking that he turned his car's air-conditioning too cold.
"Also, what are you going to cook?"
Trisha asked to hide her fatigue. Teren noticed this but just ignored it as he showed her his phone.
"Wow... that looks delicious." Trisha wiped the drool off her lips before realizing, "Wait! That's not what you should be feeding the sick!"
"Eh?" Teren raised an eyebrow, "So you're admitting you're sick?"
