[If Merlin were here, he could conjure up some hot water for them. Cass chews on the inside of her cheek as she tries not to dwell too long on that, holding the cup in her hands and taking comfort just from the gesture it holds.]
At home, Alfred always... did this. Brought tea, but it's... the same. Feels the same.
[But wait, what? She lifts her head up to look at him, frowns faintly in her confusion.]
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26/12/12 23:08 (UTC)At home, Alfred always... did this. Brought tea, but it's... the same. Feels the same.
[But wait, what? She lifts her head up to look at him, frowns faintly in her confusion.]
... Sparkle what?