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?"

her throat tighten. She shook

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

with such care, Thalassa felt a warmth she seldom knew. Even though she assured him it felt

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

the pain from the day before. The ice pack fell to the as he struggled to maintain his balance, hands pressing anisor

to his aid. Seeing him wince in pain, she

help, Thalassa dared not move him, fearing any wrong move could worsen

pained yet steady voice cut through, "Don't worry, it'll pass in a bit. Go back to

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