Esher sat on the edge of the bed. In front of him sat Noel who fed him homemade chicken porridge. He was still wearing his light gray shirt, only his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Eat with slow chews because they are still digesting all of Noel's treatment to him.

"After eating, then drink the turmeric. Warm, right? Let the stomach feel better." Noel said without lowering his gaze in another direction.

Esher just nodded obediently. Don't you dare argue. Even earlier when Noel had breakfast, he did everything himself; starting from spreading bread, brewing coffee, and eating it in front of Esher. Plus a bowl of chicken...