Elara coughed and held her arm over her nose as she prepared food for Nana, carefully moving the frying pan around over the fire and sniffling occasionally. It was her first time making that dish since she remembered being with Nana, and wasn't sure it was going to taste as good as hers. But she was going to try her best nonetheless.
“I'll take care of it,” Nana said, walking into the kitchen. She attempted to take over the frying pan from Elara, but the latter wasn't having it.
“I said to go and rest,” Elara held back, “you heard what the doctor told you yesterday,” she added grumpily.
Elara had been scared to death when she'd heard about Nana's accident. Negative thoughts swamped her mind; she was already imagining how she was going to live her life without Nana there. Thankfully, all
