Alaric swallowed his anger just as it was about to burst out. Forget it, arguing with Hertha was pointless. Winning the argument meant she might leave, and he'd be left all alone. Losing meant he could at least enjoy the meals she cooked.

"Why would I drive you away? I'm exhausted. I'm going to lie down for a bit. Call me when dinner's ready," Alaric said, his tone now casual as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Hertha rolled her eyes at his retreating back and got back to her tasks.

Sitting on the couch, Alaric's stomach was growling louder than a bear. Including today, it had been two whole days since he last ate. A weaker person would have caved by now. The fact that he was still holding on was nothing short of a miracle.

Leaning back on the couch, the sounds of pots and pans clinking in the kitchen reached his ears. Alaric found himself glancing towards the kitchen out of habit. There was Hertha, bustling about, flipping something in a skillet one moment and washing vegetables in the sink the next.

A smile tugged at Alaric's lips. Who knew she was capable of multitasking like that?

As he watched, he pulled a blanket over himself, feeling a chill. Whether it was from hunger or the remnants of his illness, he couldn't tell.

The blanket fluttered, bringing with it a breeze scented with the fragrance of soap. Alaric stiffened for a moment, then pulled the blanket closer to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent grew clearer, richer.

he felt lost, in pain, or terribly alone

blanket, leaving her scent behind. Alaric greedily inhaled, basking in

and Hertha emerged with a dish in

back to reality, Alaric's fox-like eyes

turned to head

she noticed Alaric clutching the blanket to his face. Curiosity piqued,

absent-minded, his focus still on the blanket, longing

stood before him, yet he seemed more attached to the blanket than to her presence,

ready. Don't let it

Worried about upsetting Hertha,

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