She had just recovered from a serious illness and couldn't afford to overwork herself. Today, she had gone for a walk around the village and came back to fuss over these local products, which left her feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
Hearing her breathing become erratic, he stiffened and was about to take her to the hospital.
"It's okay! I just need to take some medicine and lie down in my room." She knew her own body well, "How could I be so weak? There's no allergen, right? I'm just tired! Don't you pant after a long run?"
He glanced at her sidelong, "No."
"..." What an utterly impossible person to have a proper conversation with!
She really was tired, and once back in her room, she lay down on the bed without caring that she was covered in dust.
He knew her medicines—the type, how to take them, and how many times a day to take them—very clearly by now. He picked them out, brought a cup of warm water, and placed it by the bed.
She leaned against the pillows, too lazy to move.
