Aella sat frozen as she stared back at Bane who was holding the spoon close to her mouth. He stared back at her blankly without any emotion on his face and it still amazed her how wonderfully he could do that.
"Do I have to beg you to eat now?" Bane raised a thick eyebrow at her.
"Um, you do not have to feed me. I am not that weak," she reached forward to take the spoon from him but he moved his hand away.
"Take the food, Aella," he insisted but she shook her head.
"I am not disabled. My hands work perfectly fine,"
"I know but I just want to do this so open up. Now," his stern command made her open her mouth against her will to taste the lukewarm soup.
The broth was rich with flavour and it flowed into her body to leave a warm feeling inside. Aella couldn't remember the last time she drank soup this good.
"How are you feeling now?" Bane asked as he fed her again.
