[Had the circumstances been extremely different, she might have chided him for making tea that way. As it was, though, he was doing it for her, and that sort of kindness could never be teased or taken lightly.
She listened to him rummage through the cabinets, lifting her head only when Lovey all but tossed the younger eevee into her lap. She couldn’t get up into the chair with Dove, but she could at least give her someone to hold onto. Without a word, the angel snuggled the little Pokemon against her chest, then turned her eyes on Lea again.
A ‘decent selection’ was an understatement. While her pantry was always stocked with a wide selection of social drinks, just in case company should appear, her tea collection was nothing short of impressive. While she wasn’t much of a coffee drinker… the angel definitely favored her teas.
She nodded with an eternally grateful look as she watched the steam rise from the mug, scratching the back of the eevee’s neck in small, mindless circles as she warred with herself. Her first instinct was to insist that he didn’t have to; she didn’t want to be any more of a burden than she already was. Another part of her begged her to rely on him, if only for a little while longer, knowing full well it was what he wanted.... and she needed.]
Thanks, Lea... [she finally settled on, blinking if a futile effort to make her eyes stop stinging. ]
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She listened to him rummage through the cabinets, lifting her head only when Lovey all but tossed the younger eevee into her lap. She couldn’t get up into the chair with Dove, but she could at least give her someone to hold onto. Without a word, the angel snuggled the little Pokemon against her chest, then turned her eyes on Lea again.
A ‘decent selection’ was an understatement. While her pantry was always stocked with a wide selection of social drinks, just in case company should appear, her tea collection was nothing short of impressive. While she wasn’t much of a coffee drinker… the angel definitely favored her teas.
She nodded with an eternally grateful look as she watched the steam rise from the mug, scratching the back of the eevee’s neck in small, mindless circles as she warred with herself. Her first instinct was to insist that he didn’t have to; she didn’t want to be any more of a burden than she already was. Another part of her begged her to rely on him, if only for a little while longer, knowing full well it was what he wanted.... and she needed.]
Thanks, Lea... [she finally settled on, blinking if a futile effort to make her eyes stop stinging. ]