"How is she now?"
Mary, the dwarf maid, took her gaze to me, and a small smile appeared on her face, "She's doing better than before."
"Thanks to the herbs, of course." She added with a sense of gratitude.
"I'm going to wake her up to eat now."
I watched Mary rise from beside the bed, and walked past me by the door, "When you bring her meal, you can just leave it by the drawer."
"Why?"
I hesitated, "Because I want to feed her myself.
Mary looked surprised for a brief moment, then answered a "Yes" with a smile before leaving.
I walked up to my mate, and stopped beside the bed, my gaze stuck on her sleeping face. She looked peaceful and tender as she laid there, with her red hair scattered over her pillow. Her pale skin was a trifle paler than usual, giving the appearance of snow in
