Tryson gazed at her for a moment, a flicker of hesitation passing across his features, before his attention shifted toward Angel, who remained lying motionless on the bed.
There was a subtle weight in his expression, as though he were weighing his options carefully. With a deep breath and a quiet sigh, Tryson nodded, the decision seemingly made. He then spoke, his voice calm but thoughtful.
"I'm not entirely certain that the meal will be appropriate for her right now," he said slowly, his eyes never leaving Angel for more than a brief moment. "But if you believe it will offer her some comfort, then please, bring it in."
Karina nodded, acknowledging his words, and with a courteous smile, excused herself from the room, stepping quietly out of the door.
The moment she was gone, the air in the room seemed to shift, and Tryson's attention returned fully to Angel.
