Seraphina walked towards the door but stopped abruptly, her lips twitching slightly.
She turned back, hesitating as she looked at John.
She had expected John to say something different, but...
She stared at him coldly, yet John looked back at her sincerely, his voice still raspy.
"I just woke up and I'm really thirsty."
His demeanor suggested he genuinely saw no issue with his request and even appeared quite eager.
For a moment, Seraphina was at a loss for words.
She rolled her eyes, went back to fetch a glass of water, and handed it to John.
"Can you—?"
John's face showed a trace of difficulty.
He genuinely wanted to drink by himself, but his limbs were too weak at the moment.
His fingers were still trembling slightly; holding the glass himself might have ended with it smashed on the floor...
Seraphina took a deep breath to control her temper before it could flare up.
