Did I perhaps hear correctly? No—I think it must be my ears playing tricks on me. Yes, that must be the case. I sighed in relief, assuming that it was an error that my ears had just made.
"I said I will help," he smiled.
Hearing it for the second time, I immediately choked on my porridge. Coughing, Luke handed me a glass of water to help me ease them. I spent a good few minutes coughing while Luke patted my back.
"Are you okay?"
"No," I replied in between my cough. I glanced up, looking at the man who looked like he was genuinely concerned about my well-being. Was he serious? "Please don't."
"Don't what?" he asked, not understanding what I meant. "Don't... pat your back?" he asked again, at the same time raising his hand to stop patting me.
"Wash my head," I answered, shedding some light on him, "I can do it just fine on my own."
"Are you sure?" His brows drew together, a look of doubt on his face upon hearing my words.
