*Harald*
Everything hurts. Everything. Even my eyelids scream in pain when I blink.
“No, I will pour the water,” I tell her, trying my best to beat her to the water in the fire, but I stumble and fall.
She bends down and gently cups my face. “No one is here to see this. It’s just me, Harald. Let me help you.”
“I am so weak,” I say, shame flooding me as I look away.
“You are not,” she says, leaning into me and putting her forehead on mine. “You are sick, and I will care for you.”
She helps me stand and leads me to a bench to sit while she prepares the bath for me. She carefully pours hot water in and mixes it around, testing the water with her hand each time.
“This should help,” she says softly, offering me her hand.
I take it, trying my best not to actually put any weigh
