"Master, are you feeling unwell?"
I slowly opened my eyes.
Standing beside the bed was a red-haired woman in a neatly pressed maid outfit, her hands folded politely in front of her waist. She tilted her head, ruby eyes filled with genuine concern.
"Ah… yeah. I'm fine," I said, rubbing my forehead. "Just thinking about a few things."
She relaxed a little at my answer and turned around, returning a moment later with a cup held carefully in both hands.
"I prepared honey water for you. In case you're experiencing a hangover."
"…I didn't drink that much."
Even as I said it, my throat felt dry, and my head was still a little foggy.
"Even so," she replied earnestly, holding the cup closer, "I made it for you, so I would like you to drink it."
Her tone left no room for refusal.
"…Alright. If you insist."
I took the cup from her hands.
