Lilith was placed gently on the couch as Viktor draped a blanket over her. Moments later, Charlotte entered the room, carrying a tray. She set it down beside the couch and poured water from the jug into a cup before handing it to Lilith.
Lilith sighed in relief as the cool water touched her lips. She drank eagerly, gulping it down until the glass was empty.
"Do you want more?" Charlotte asked.
Lilith nodded, but just as Charlotte reached for the jug, Viktor gently stopped her.
"She can't have too much water right now. One glass is enough to quench her thirst for the next thirty minutes," he explained softly.
"Oh," Charlotte said, offering Lilith an apologetic smile before placing the jug back on the tray.
"Thank you," Lilith murmured. She looked down at her blood-streaked arms and tattered dress. "I think I'll need a bath. I feel filthy and disgusting."
She looked up at Charlotte, who nodded immediately and stepped out of the room to fetch a maid to prepare the bath.
