Chapter 118: Falling Into His Trap
The sun hung high in the eastern sky by the time Lara stirred awake, its warmth already seeping through the fabric of her tent. Sleep had claimed her so swiftly last night that she barely remembered closing her eyes. The exhaustion was bone-deep, and even now, she felt its weight pressing down on her.
She fetched a basin of cool water, the chill biting against her skin as she splashed it over her face. The sensation jolted her fully awake. Quickly, she changed into her fatigues, fingers moving with practiced efficiency before she made her way back to the infirmary. Her two patients awaited her.
"Your wound is healing well, but you should still avoid straining it. You still need to lie in bed for three more days." Lara, when attending to her patients, always sounded like a professional doctor, and it displeased Asael.
Couldn’t she act like a younger sister?
Asael frowned. "Can I at least sit up and walk around a little? I feel like I’ll grow boils on my back from lying down so much."
Lara smiled faintly, a teasing lilt slipping into her voice. "Of course, Brother. But you cannot overdo it."
Asael’s eyes lit up at the playful jab. "Brother, huh?" He reached out, aiming to ruffle her topknot, but Lara ducked out of reach, laughing softly.
"I’ll stop calling you ’Brother’ if you mess up my hair."
"Alright, alright. Sorry, little Sis."