Four days passed quickly. During that time, Merlin had taken care of Luna with attentiveness.
Of course, "attentive" here didn't mean what most people might imagine. He simply looked after her, fed her, and changed the fever patch on her forehead.
Other than that, he did nothing—just returned to his room to rest or read.
Since arriving at the Tharot family mansion, Merlin hadn't done much besides occasional training or reading books.
The weather outside wasn't pleasant. For some reason, ever since he arrived in the city of Dralmor, the sky had remained cloudy, and it had rained nonstop until the fourth day.
Although such weather was common in cold western regions, it still made him a little uneasy about what might come next.
"Are you feeling better?" Merlin asked as he fed her the last spoonful.
Luna ate it, chewed slowly, and swallowed.
"Yes, I'm better," she replied weakly. "Actually, I can feed myself, you know?"
