“So, what’s the matter?” Lance asks again.
“Nothing. I’m just hungry,” Andrea says, desperately trying to change the topic.
Lance gives her a questioning look but nods and rings for the nurse. When the woman arrives, he asks for her to bring the bowl of porridge immediately. While they wait, he strokes her hair. The room is quiet and peaceful, and her heart monitor beeps steadily.
When the nurse returns with the porridge, Lance immediately takes a small spoonful. “It’s a bit too hot still,” he tells Andrea before blowing cool air on the hot oats.
Andrea watches with wonder. She’s never seen him so helpful and humble before. In the past, he would have called for a servant to do it. Andrea tries to prop herself up so she can eat, but she’s too weak. Her arms wobble beneath her and her
