𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
Thirty minutes into our training, Aurora was back on the floor, panting and wheezing. I offered her bottled water, but she could barely grab it.
I crouched down to her level, and my hand wrapped around her throat. She halted, her eyes shifting to mine. I stroked the column of her neck, easing the tension there even as she stared at me. When her hacking subsided, I brought the bottle to her lips.
"Little gulps, one at a time," I whispered.
She obeyed, her eyes remaining on me while she took the first swallow. Her brows crinkled as if it hurt. I ran a thumb over the length of her neck, massaging the muscle. "You are fine," I muttered, bringing the bottle to her lips again. This time, when she took a gulp, there was no hindrance.
"There," I soothed. "You've got it."
