The next few days passed quietly, with Ash dutifully tending to Elijah's every need. Every morning, Ash would silently enter the room with a tray of food, helping Elijah sit up to eat. He carefully spooned soup into Elijah's mouth, cleaning up after him without a word. Because this was the only thing he could repay his saviour.
Elijah would try to make light conversation, filling the silence with stories about his travels, about the places he'd seen, and people he'd met. Ash, for the most part, nodded along, occasionally offering a soft hum of acknowledgment, but never really speaking.
Ash wiped Elijah's face gently with a damp cloth after one of their quiet meals. Elijah watched him carefully, his brow furrowing in frustration.
