Third Person's POV
Seraphina didn't utter a single word of blame. She simply thanked him with absolute calm. "Thank you."
She gave him a polite nod, picked up the spoon, and took small, slow sips of the soup.
As the warm liquid slid down her throat, her pale complexion finally regained a bit of color.
"I'm sorry," Mortimer spoke, his voice completely hoarse.
Seraphina paused her movements, looked up at him, and smiled gently. "It's fine. It was my own choice to go skiing."
She had thought she could overcome that psychological barrier, not realizing she had severely overestimated herself.
Mortimer looked at her, his eyes growing red all over again. "I'm the one who did this to you."
His eyes were entirely filled with wretchedness, self-blame, and the massive, suffocating panic of a
