Suzy frowned, her fingers tightening around the empty bottle in her hand.
The container still carried the faint chill of the spiritual spring water—a stark, jarring contrast to the scorching fever radiating off Mark's body.
She looked down at the rim, then back at his flushed, feverish face, her heart skipping a beat.
Could there... actually be something wrong with the spiritual water?
[There is nothing wrong with it.]
The system's answer offered a small wave of relief, but Suzy still wanted to be sure.
She retrieved a small, clear bottle from her spatial realm containing water from the exact same batch she'd fed to Mark. Uncapping it, she took a tiny sip.
It was the same familiar, crisp sweetness. As it slid down her throat, a gentle warmth spread evenly through her body.
There was nothing wrong with it. The spring water was perfectly fine.
