When she felt the other person's hand touch hers, she realized her palm was already covered in cold sweat.
Kyle Kinston naturally noticed this too. He took a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat from her palm. "What kind of nightmare did you have to sweat so much?" he asked with concern.
Nightmare? Mabel Quinn took a long breath, "It's not really a nightmare, just some things from my childhood."
"What things from your childhood?" After wiping the sweat from her palm, he took another tissue and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, softly tucking the stray hair behind her ear.
"I dreamt of the times in Drumbeat Village when I was a kid. That blind older brother I knew once ran up the mountain one night, and I went to find him. We almost died on that mountain, and later I had a high fever."
His hand, which was wiping her sweat, suddenly paused, "Don't think too much about it. I'll get you a glass of water."
"Okay." Mabel replied.
