Bella faintly hears Tristan's voice. She tries to open her eyes, but they feel heavy as if someone has placed glue on them.
"Can you hear me, Bella?" Tristan asked again while touching her burning cheek.
"Ugh...Tristan...yeah. I'm too sleepy to do anything now... Can we not do it tonight? Can we just do it tomorrow? Please!" she said, giving up trying to open her eyes.
Tristan was speechless, but he appreciated her knowing she cared about his particular needs despite being under the weather.
"My dear wife, even though I really want to touch you now, I can't bear to do it when you have a fever," Tristan smiled, looking as she finally opened her eyes.
Hearing the word 'fever,' Bella immediately tried to sit up despite her stiff body.
"Tristan, my head hurts so much, and I," Bella's sentence stopped when Tristan grabbed her hand and helped her to sit. She saw him also offer her a small tray.
