"Thank you." Larissa's voice finally stopped sounding like a torn piece of paper, but it was still hoarse and ugly.

"... You're welcome." Kevan gazed at the now empty glass and removed his arm from her back. "I'll pour more water."

Larissa clearly hated any physical contact with him. She clearly froze up because of his arm around her earlier. But when he removed his arm, her heart felt somewhat empty.

She looked down, putting away all emotions she should not be having, and she muttered, "No need."

Kevan froze.

Larissa's quiet voice sounded behind him. "Where's Milly?" Milly was the nurse who was waiting outside.

Kevan bit his lip and answered honestly, "She's resting in the living room."

"Tell her to come in." Larissa clenched at the corner of the blanket, her head bowed very low. "She will help keep an eye on the drip. You can go back!"

Although she did not like to trouble others, she would rather choose Milly over Kevan. There was no other reason—being with Milly would not be