"...Aqua..."
He blinked slowly, golden eyes still hazy as they tried to focus on me.
"H–How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" I asked gently, leaning forward.
Before he could answer, a loud rumble echoed from his stomach. I paused, lips twitching. Of course—he had been unconscious for nearly two weeks, and Dragons had infamously ravenous appetites, especially when recovering mana.
I reached for the small silver bell on the bedside table and gave it a sharp ring.
Moments later, a maid rushed in, eyes wide. "Y-Yes, Master?"
"Hurry and tell the chef to prepare a full feast for the child. As much as he can eat."
"Huh?... Um—yes, Master. Right away!" she stammered, clearly startled at the sudden order, but quickly turned on her heel and left.
I let out a long sigh and plopped down on the edge of the armchair by the bed, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked at him.
"You had me worried for so long, child," I said softly.
