Making her feel less uncomfortable was what mattered most.
The young girl who was sitting on the bed, staring at her phone with excitement, suddenly seemed frightened. Her hand trembled, and she looked up abruptly.
Her pair of black and soft eyes widened in surprise. First, she looked at him, then glanced down at the bowl of sweat tea he was carrying.
A few seconds of silence followed.
She looked up again, her eyes still wide and disbelieving, "You went downstairs just now to make sweat tea?"
No wonder he took so long.
Ashton Heath walked to the bedside.
Seeing her incredulous expression, he curved his lips and sat down by the bed with the bowl of sweat tea.
He scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and then fed it to her, "Yes, you said this would make you feel better, right? It seemed simple to make, so I made some. Taste it to see if it is that flavor."