week 4 - witch's lair curfew

[divineth]

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[avocations]

[ She takes the cup, her gratefulness showing in the way her fingers settle against the warmth that permeates through the mug.

She laughs, tired but still with some humor. ]

Well... we can lodge complaints anyway. Certainly loud enough for him to overhear.

[ It's their right!! But, more importantly... her voice lowers, slightly. ]

How are you faring, Urianger?

[divineth]

Hah, that we may.

[He takes a sip from his own cup of tea.]

I am...well enough, under these circumstances. [Which, just by looking at him, isn't particularly well. He hasn't appeared this haggard since he got seriously injured.] Today hath proven harrowing.

[avocations]

Rest, Urianger. You certainly need it.

[ She gestures to one of the chairs next to her. ]

Have a seat.

[ It is not a suggestion. ]