The Porridge

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I was too surprised to see that Alaric had woken up, so much so that I did not realize the water basin in my hand had fallen onto the floor, spilling all the clean water inside. We both exchanged a glance for a moment before Alaric lowered his gaze, causing me to blink for a few moments and snap out of it. "Ah!" Quickly, I crouched down and grabbed the basin, trying to wipe the wet floor using the edge of my dress because of guilt, but before I could wipe all the spilled water, something—no, someone stopped my hand. As I looked up, my eyes met Alaric's, and we locked gazes. Alaric furrowed his brows, forming deep lines. "What are you doing?" "... cleaning the floor?" I answered by tilting my head slightly, as if Alaric's question was very obvious. Didn't he see what I was doing? Alari

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