“You don’t know the meaning of the word ‘rest’, do you?”
Raena raised her head from the sketch she was doing, her eyes stopping on Kara, who had just walked into the room with a tray in hand.
“What?” Raena grimaced, gathering her sketches and pushing them under the covers. “I’m in bed, not straining myself and drinking every nasty medicine you give me. What more do you want from me? It’s not like my legs fell off or my back is broken, is it? If I had it my way, I’d be in the restaurant right now.”
Kara sighed, leaving the tray on the nightstand. Raena gave the small cup that Kara offered her a disgusted look.
“What’s this now? I almost drowned, emphasizing on almost, why do I need to keep drinking those things when I’m clearly fine?” she asked, but still drank the medicine in one go.
