The next time Jannah opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sound of soft footsteps by her bedside.
The steady rhythmic purr on her torso is still there, vibrating and shaking her body slightly.
Even so, compared to what she was feeling earlier, her body felt rested and relaxed now. Her mind was clear and refreshed, the last remnants of her exhaustion felt like it didn't exist in the first place.
"I bought you some soup."
Jannah blinked, her gaze shifting towards her little sister who placed the bowl on the bedside table, the bowl made a quiet click against the wooden furniture which echoed light in her ears.
"I.."
Jannah opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth was dry and parched.
I need water, please. I don't want to drink the soup yet. Jannah said, linking to her little sister's mind, making Jeriel look at her, pausing for a moment before she turned around and walked out of the room.
