The assistant pushed open the door to the room and followed Abel in, helping him settle Betty onto the bed.
"You go rest, I'll take care of her."
Abel lowered his face to look at his shirt, seeing that Betty was already lying on the pillow but still clutching his shirt tightly.
"I'll still take care of her. Could you get me a warm towel?"
The assistant hurried into the bathroom, twisted a warm towel, and handed it to him. Abel bent over, airing the towel a little, then gently pressed it to his face, feeling the temperature wasn't too different from his skin before he moved it over carefully to wipe away the traces of vomit from the corner of her lips and chin.
Standing aside, observing the man's careful and gentle actions, the assistant merely lifted the corners of her lips slightly.
After a moment, seeing him raise his palm, she immediately took the towel from him.
"Then... I'll head downstairs to see the guests off. Your Highness, please take care."
"Alright."
Abel nodded.
