hearty chuckle from lips as frame leans forward : extending the cup to her guest . memories , one often he recalls fondly of -- play clear as day . even if she has grown up .
" then we must enjoy this brief moment
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Profanity slips as easily under her breath as his trained mask of plesantry does. Reminiciant of years in her childhood, spent in this damn room waiting for the wise one to release his apprentice to him.
"I can't stay long" and yet one could hardly turn down the wise one.
hands busy - she is already pouring steaming liquid into another cup : perhaps it is enough of an answer ? should his eyes open , one may catch a glimpse of a glint in them .
" perhaps you'd like to sit comfortably ? "