Alaric's gaze turned complicated, as a thousand thoughts swirled in his mind. Who does not want to take care of their bodies? A sudden warmth crept into his heart, like sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky. Could it be that she actually cares for him?
After bandaging Alaric's wound, Lara moved to the cot where Asael was lying. There were only five makeshift beds in the infirmary, which looked deserted with only two patients inside. But once the war started, the place would be overcrowded.
Lara was worried because Asael had been unconscious the entire night. He hadn't taken anything apart from the drip from wet cotton that she would regularly dab on his lips. She decided to change Asael's dressing and hoped that he would wake up to take a glucose solution she had prepared.
While replacing his bandage with a fresh one, Lara felt a towering presence behind her. She paused but when Alaric said nothing, she continued with her work.