Scarlett kept her head down, stirring her porridge with trembling hands, taking small bites. As she lifted a piece of vegetable, a drop of soup dripped onto her left wrist, prompting Asher to say, "Be careful."
"It's not even hot," Scarlett replied dismissively.
Asher took her hand, gently wiping it with a towel, then smiled as he watched her eat, continuously offering her more food. Scarlett's head was almost buried in her bowl as she commented, "You're eating slowly today."
I'm just too busy looking at you," Asher chuckled, still leisurely eating and occasionally glancing at her, even when focused on his food.
By now it was past eleven o'clock. Setting down their utensils, Asher asked, "Do you want to rest some more, or go out for a walk later?"
Scarlett didn't have the energy to go out; she murmured, "I want to rest."
"Alright, get some more sleep. Do you need me to call a doctor?"