Samara nodded. "I'm hungry."
After all, she experienced such an exciting thing, brushed shoulders with death, and now that she woke up mentally and physically, she still had a bit of fear and fatigue, and her voice was breathless, without any strength.
Roland immediately got up and realized that Samara had up already. He was not dreaming. He looked at her with many emotions in his eyes, but finally, he suppressed them. "Here is porridge and soup., Do you want soup or porridge?"
He withdrew his hand, and only then did Samara notice that Roland's hand was red and swollen.
She frowned and clasped Roland's wrist directly. "What's wrong with your hand?"
Roland glanced at them, , then gently shook off her hand casually , "It's nothing. I have some chilblains."
"So, did you put on the ointment?" She asked, out of concern.
He didn't answer her, and Samara guessed he wouldn’t. .