⟪ She holds onto the mug, feeling the heat of it, remembering a different heat, and still, her eyes are just a bit too bright to be comfortable. At his behest, she does sit though – rather, she kneels, her legs folded beneath her in her red gown, looking to him as if he's seen the miracle of the Lord himself. Her lantern she keeps close by her side. ⟫
Thank you. ⟪ Again, that, but for the tea this time, and his concern. ⟫ You have no reason to worry, this exhaustion is nothing.
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Thank you. ⟪ Again, that, but for the tea this time, and his concern. ⟫ You have no reason to worry, this exhaustion is nothing.