Thalassa saw him struggling and immediately went to take the object from his hands. "Let me handle this. You should sit down and take a break," she said.

She hadn't forgotten that Lysander's leg had only recently healed. The frequent bending and standing could overburden it. If his leg suffered any more issues, she would never forgive herself.

Thalassa reached for the ice pack that Lysander was holding, but he dodged and said firmly, "Don't move. You can't apply it properly yourself; let me do it."

With that, he gently lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh, carefully positioning the cloth-wrapped ice pack on her ankle. He was cautious, worrying the cold might be too much for her.

As soon as it touched her skin, Lysander asked with concern, "How does it feel? Too cold?"

tender, caring eyes, Thalassa felt her throat tighten. She shook her

was always preoccupied with her own interests, often engrossed in poker games

though she assured him it felt fine, Lysander remained cautious, not pressing the ice pack too hard against her skin,

feet, Lysander released Thalassa's foot. "There, take a rest

a spasm in his thigh muscle seized him, echoing the pain from the day before.

in pain, she was on the verge of tears,

dared not move him, fearing

of her turmoil, Lysander's pained yet steady voice cut through, "Don't worry,

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