[She sighs, releasing breath softly. It's not the answer to the question she's asking, but she's not sure how else to ask it so that he hears. (Or is he, for some reason, concealing it?) She comes forward to sit at last in the chair across from him, reaching out to cup the teacup in both hands.]
[She doesn't normally drink anything -- doesn't need to. But the tea does smell good, and it's warm . . . and it seems rude to his efforts not to try. With a small nod, she nudges the cup forward to accept.]
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[She doesn't normally drink anything -- doesn't need to. But the tea does smell good, and it's warm . . . and it seems rude to his efforts not to try. With a small nod, she nudges the cup forward to accept.]