Tristan entered the bathroom with a faint smile, his footsteps soft against the polished floor. After a few minutes, he returned, his presence as steady and calm as ever.
“The bathroom is ready for you to take a bath,” he said, his voice gentle, almost coaxing.
“Okay,” I replied, though the truth sat heavily inside me—I wasn’t ready. My body felt weak, my limbs heavy, and all I wanted was to rest. But watching him do everything to ensure I was safe and cared for, I couldn’t bring myself to be ungrateful.
“If you don’t want to take your shower now, that’s fine too,” he said as he sat down beside me on the bed.
I froze. Agh—how could I forget about the mindlink? No, that wasn’t what I meant. Quickly, I shook my head, denying his assumption.
“It’s fine, mate,” Tristan said, his tone soft
