Thea handed Eleanor a glass of water, saying, "Drink this."
But Eleanor's mind was still reeling from her husband's sudden condition. Kaito and Atlan had whisked him away to another chamber, claiming it was Ares' own room, but it was unfamiliar to her. They had instructed her to stay away, leaving her bewildered and concerned.
Ares' pale, cold skin haunted her, but she fought back tears, honoring his plea not to cry. She looked up at Thea and blinked, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, thank you."
Thea's expression turned sympathetic. "Eleanor, you've been unconscious for three days. You must drink something."
Eleanor sighed, accepting the water, and drank it in one gulp. She exhaled heavily, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you for caring for me," she murmured, still grappling with the revelation that three days had passed.
