"Mmh! I-It's so... hot...!" Eve cried out, blowing a hot, steamy breath.
Seeing her pained expression, eyes tearing up, Axel quickly pulled back, apologizing.
"Oh, sorry. That was my bad."
"No, it's fine... I can bear with it... One more, please..."
But Eve stopped him, grabbing his wrist with her other hand.
"Really? Then, let me blow at it a bit first..."
"P-Please..."
And then…
Axel blew at the piping hot gruel, cooling it down significantly before bringing the spoon to her mouth. "Open wide."
Eve carefully chewed the soft grains before swallowing them.
"I couldn't tell from the first one but... this is delicious! It's not losing to the chef's food back in our castle!" She smiled as she gave praise.
"Is that so? Then I'm glad it's to your liking." Axel smiled back.
It had been about half an hour since Eve woke up. By then, a lot of things had happened. She was now dressed in a set of comfortable pajamas Axel bought—ones without passives, just simple clothes for her.
