"I have my own hands, Edgar. Feed yourself. You are the one at risk of getting sick."
"So you should be feeding me. Go on," Edgar placed his fork down and waited for her to use her own to feed him.
Alessandra sighed. She was only doing the things he wanted to keep his mind off of Alfred. She poked her fork into the meat she cut and placed the fork by Edgar's mouth for him to eat.
"How is your head?" Edgar asked after taking a bite, referring to the wound she got from her time in the palace.
"It is fine. It has not hurt since it happened and I placed the cream from the palace on it along with my scars this morning," Alessandra answered.
"I am still going to punish that woman. After I deal with Alfred's attacker."
