Rhys
"Here," Soren said softly, pressing a cold glass of water into my shaking hands the moment I finished pouring out the entire chaotic story.
I looked up at him, confusion flickering across my face. He just tilted his head toward the glass, silently urging me to drink. I took it and drained the whole thing in several long gulps, the cool liquid easing the dryness in my throat and the tightness in my chest.
When I lowered the empty glass, I let out a long, exhausted sigh. "I didn't even realize how thirsty I was. Thank you."
Soren took the glass back without another word and carried it to the kitchen. When he returned, his expression was heavy with concern. "I know you have a couple of free days before the next game, but you really need to rest. You look completely drained, Rhys. Like you've been running on empty since the shootout."
