Alfred stood up.

He took a disposable cup and filled it with water.

Holding the cup, he felt for the first time the helplessness of being the all-powerful man who could command the wind and rain.

If he simply gave Belle the water,

he feared she might choke before quenching her thirst.

Alfred, with a dark gaze, walked over and pulled Belle up from the bed.

However, she was limp and soft.

Like an octopus ...