Helen instantly turned her head in the opposite direction, looking away from him as she declared in a serious and low tone, "I am not hungry. Leave me alone…"
But, taking the bowl of the soup from Laia's hand, King Odin insisted in a concerned yet affectionate tone, "If you wouldn't eat, how will you get stronger and recover faster, Helen? Don't do this, please… At least, eat something…"
But, still looking away from him, Helen mumbled in a low whisper, "Get out… Haven't I told you not to come to meet me?"
King Odin sighed loudly while stirring the hot pork soup with the spoon in his hand. Then, after a little pause, he replied in his deep voice, "That's impossible, Helen… How many times will I have to tell you that I can't stay calm without meeting with you? When I don't see you, the day feels incomplete and worthless…"
