( ah. that voice... he wants to say, don't disappear into tomb walls, please, but it's a disconnected thought, months and months and a year lagging behind, like a small child in a fever stuck behind a stone bed, left untended, unknowingly. he shakes his head, answering in a similarly soft tone. )
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That's kind of you, Sizhui. I'd appreciate tea.
( and wine, but tea is better right now. )
Perhaps enough for three?