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"Young Madam, you're awake. Do you want to eat something?" Tor set the tray down, her face full of worry.

"Have I eaten yet?" If she hadn't slept soundly, she was still in the midst of being punished, so she couldn't eat. Although she was hungry enough to swallow a cow, she didn't want to drag Tor down.

"Don't worry, the doctor said you have a cold constitution