Disoriented, the Holy One brought a cup on his lips and he gulped the water, too dehydrated that his throat rejected every intake. He threw up and coughed, wheezing and groaning. The Holy One was fast to grab a dry washcloth and wiped his face clean.
“You need to get dressed before getting out,” the Holiness said and that’s only when he found out that it was the younger one who was helping him. “Here are servants to assist you.”
It was only at that time that he noticed the other presence in the room. There were two maids on a corner—one was holding a basin of water while the other was a clean nightgown. The barriers from the windows have already been taken out, the light passing through the sheer curtain and there was glimmer in the air again.
He pushed himself up on the bed, lying on
