"Csille?"
I frown and continue to sleep. My whole body aches, and I just want to rest.
"Csille, wake up."
I sat up straight when I realized who is the owner of the voice.
I remember now, Prince Fraser and I are both trapped in this hole. I look at Prince Fraser and sigh in relief when I see that he looks better now, unlike last night.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I frown. Okay? Shouldn't I be the one asking that question? I looked at myself and found that my abdomen was bleeding. The bandage on my wounds probably loosened up while I was sleeping.
"I'm okay. I'll just change my bandage later." I look at him. "I should be the one asking you that question. Are you okay, your highness? Does your wounds still hurting? Do you still have a fever?"
I try to put my hand on his forehead, but I change my mind. It's different when Prince Fraser is awake. I don't want him to think that I am taking advantage of his sickness.