A hand on her back had her shooting up into a sitting position and Ayla instantly regretted the action as her joints protested, “Ayla, you should get down to dinner.”
“I don’t want to leave him.” She grumbled as she rubbed her eyes, regretting falling asleep in the chair and bent over onto the bed, before looking at Hammon who woke her, “I’m not really all that hungry…”
“I’ll stay with him,” Hammon offered, “But we must not let anyone know that things are this bad.”
Letting out a breath, she nodded, “Fine, but I want to know if anything changes.”
“Of course.” Hammon helped move her chair so she could stand, “If anyone asks, your father had an important letter arrive that he needs to take care of.”
“Okay.” She stretched her arms above her head, yawning, “I’ll go clean up really quick f
