"You're awake."
That was the first thing Trisha heard after opening her eyes. She felt soaked and uncomfortable, but... it was infinitely better than what her last memory told her. She still feels hot but it could not even be called a fever even if she's just ordinary.
"That... was hellish..."
She commented before she sat up.
"How are you feeling?"
Teren then asked which she looked at him with a complicated expression.
"Fine?"
"Good, you can let go of my hand already."
Trisha looked at her right hand and found that it was tightly clutching Teren's hand. After a brief moment, she removed it with a jerk.
"What? Why!?"
Teren was finally able to wipe his sweaty hand.
"Your case is too severe that I have to intervene."
"You mean healing, right? But why the fuck do you need to hold my hand!? Last time, placing it on my shoulder is fine already, are you taking advantage of me!?"
Teren sighed and stood up.
