Zaki Lee’s eyes narrowed, concern sharpening his features. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate and steady, ensuring she wouldn’t fall. “Easther,” he said quietly but firmly, his voice cutting through the haze clouding her mind. “You can’t stay like this. You’ll make yourself worse.”
She didn’t answer, only stiffened further, as if daring him to challenge her. Her pride, her aloofness, was woven into every line of her body. She would rather endure the cold and fever than give anyone—even him—a chance to see her vulnerable.
Zaki Lee’s expression softened, though a faint smirk lingered at the corner of his lips. He stepped closer, careful not to startle her, and extended a hand. “Here,” he said. “Let me help. You’re too weak to manage this alone.”
Easther’s eyes narrowed. Her insti
