The blood disease

Reiner's POV:

"Hi, dear," she said lovingly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "How are you feeling?"

Was I happy to see her? I couldn't tell but the sight of her gave me some sort of relief as if a heavy load were lifted off me.

"Did you wait too long?" I asked, not sure what else to say to her.

"Oh," she stopped in her tracked and flashed her sweetest smile at me. "It's nothing. Grandmother wished to see you first so I waited."

I grunted. Watching her, she may have tried putting up the effort to be coolheaded by I saw through her.

She was uneasy and nervy.

"I brought you this," she finally said after a long awkward silence. "Not sure if you like flowers—"

"I don't," I said.

Her face fell but she snapped back into a smile again. "Oh well, I never knew."

Another long awkward silence.

How do I say it. I'm not sure what to tell her. Should I thank her? Of course that's the most reasonable thing to do but I don't know how to go about it.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, quietly and I c