ARYA's Point of View

I was about to tell him exactly what I had in mind, but another sneeze interrupted me.

Giovanni sighed, took the soup and sat on the edge of my bed.

—Open it.

I rolled my eyes.

—I can feed myself, Giovanni.

—Then do it.

I took the bowl from her hands, intending to take just a few sips so she'd be gone. But the first spoonful was rich, warm, and exactly what my battered body needed.

Before I knew it, I had already eaten half of it.

"Better?" Giovanni asked.

"Yes," I admitted