Ava's POV
I woke up the next morning with a mild headache. Everywhere was cleaned up, and although I vividly remembered everything that had happened last night, I couldn't recall Cordelia tidying up the place.
“Good morning, dear,” she greeted with a tray of hot tea.
“Good morning,” I stretched, inwardly feeling guilty for having to stress her the way I always did. “You deserve a healthy sleep, too. You know that, right?”
“Oh, I do, but taking care of you like I always did when you were much younger gives me more peace than sleep,” she smiled while setting down the tray. “I know it questions science and all of that, but I'd rather stay up making sure you're healthy and strong than wasting my essence on a bed.”
“You're also as stubborn as my dad, so I won't even argue with you this mor
