The door opened again not long after, and Rowan returned carrying a steaming bowl in his hands.
"This should help neutralize it," he said as he approached her bedside. "You'll feel better soon."
He wanted to hand it over, but Rosalind's hands trembled too much to hold it properly.
"Feed me," she said softly.
Rowan paused.
Something about the way she looked at him made his throat tighten briefly before he finally dipped the spoon into the medicine and brought it carefully toward her lips.
Rosalind winced slightly after tasting it. "It's hot."
"Oh." Rowan looked unexpectedly embarrassed. "Sorry."
He blew gently against the spoon this time before feeding her again.
The medicine was bitter enough to make Rosalind grimace after every mouthful, but she forced herself to drink all of it while Rowan remained patient beside her. When she finished, he placed the empty bowl carefully on the table nearby.
Rosalind looked at him quietly for a moment before speaking again.
