Elle’s POV
“I can—”
“I know you can,” I cut in softly. “But let me. Just this once.”
He stared at me for a long second, like he was deciding whether to argue or let go. I knew it was hard for him. He hated looking weak. He hated needing help. But after a breath, he leaned back against the pillows and gave me the smallest nod.
“Okay,” he murmured.
I smiled again and dipped the spoon into the soup. I blew gently across the surface until it wasn’t too hot, then lifted it to his lips. He opened his mouth and took it, chewing slowly, swallowing with effort. His throat moved and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, like even just that took energy.
“Is it alright?” I asked softly.
He opened his eyes again and nodded. “It’s good,” he said. “Tastes like… comfort.”
That made me laugh unde
