Cassius's smirk softened into a genuine smile, his eyes scanning her face, noting the healthy flush in her cheeks, the brightness in her gaze.
"That's good, Vivi." He said, his voice warm with approval. "Damn good as it seems like the treatment's working as it should. You're moving, talking, even sneaking out to the garden like a little rebel." He raised a brow, teasing. "Proud of you for that, by the way. But let's talk diet. You eating properly? Getting enough to keep that energy up?"
Vivi nodded eagerly, her smile widening.
"Oh, yes! It's such a change. Before, when I was so sick, I could barely manage a bowl of porridge a day—sometimes not even that. Food tasted like ash, and I'd struggle to swallow a single bite...But now? I'm eating three full meals every day, and I don't stop until I'm stuffed. I can actually taste things again—bread, fruit, even soups! It's like my tongue woke up after years of sleep."
