That Night In Paris
Aaron was unaffected by her actions and he stepped towards her, Amara was curious why he was approaching her but she continued being ignorant and didn't look at him.
"Do you want me to help you sit?" Aaron asked her.
"Hmm" Amara agreed as it was annoying, sleeping in the same position for a long time.
Aaron helped her sit and after adjusting her pillows and blanket, he stroked her head.
"You must be hungry; would you like to eat now or you want to have a bath first?" He asked her.
"I want to brush, first."
Aaron chuckled at her response, "I know"
Aaron then brought her one utensil, some water, a brush and a paste.
"I am not going to brush like this" Amara found this setup very embarrassing as Aaron would be the one cleaning this utensil after she was done and she didn't like it.
"Okay" Aaron kept that stuff aside and was about to carry Amara when she shouted at him.
"What the hell are you doing?"