[ Sypha sighs, taking the pot of water and leaves and pouring Alucard's tea herself rather than letting Trevor do it. ]
I picked the leaves. [ She says. She conjured and boiled the water, too, and the pot is her own. She's trying to take Alucard's wariness into account. No part of it is fairy food. She settles against Trevor, letting him pour tea for the both of them. He likes moments like this, even if they're all of them tired and even if Sypha and he have been living in a dingy little hideout for the last week in the middle of a city that would at least try to see them all killed. ]
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I picked the leaves. [ She says. She conjured and boiled the water, too, and the pot is her own. She's trying to take Alucard's wariness into account. No part of it is fairy food. She settles against Trevor, letting him pour tea for the both of them. He likes moments like this, even if they're all of them tired and even if Sypha and he have been living in a dingy little hideout for the last week in the middle of a city that would at least try to see them all killed. ]