[ She stills for a moment, expression unreadable with her back turned to Sion, and admits in a quiet voice: ]
You're the first.
[ He's right. Because it is a sanctuary, of sorts. It's quiet, dark, isolated. Serene. A certain lack of stimuli, conducive for deep thought or rest; both in dwindling supply with the riots escalating as they are. Saber hasn't spent as much time as she'd like recovering from the forays out on business, but... Well. No rest for the wicked, as they say. She still has the occasional twinge from her shoulder now and then, but so long as it doesn't interfere in day-to-day duties, she's not getting too concerned over it.
Belatedly realizing she's still got the teacup held loosely in one hand, she sets it down very, very, gently.
Unaware of Sion's curious glance, Saber settles her palms on the edge of the counter, frowning thoughtfully down at the pot as the heating element beneath begins to glow an angry red. ]
You're welcome to it, no need for thanks of any sort. [ She lifts her gaze from the pot (steaming, but not yet at a gentle boil) to give Sion a weak smile. ] I think I've made somewhat of a hermit of myself without realizing. Socializing like this from time to time is... nice.
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You're the first.
[ He's right. Because it is a sanctuary, of sorts. It's quiet, dark, isolated. Serene. A certain lack of stimuli, conducive for deep thought or rest; both in dwindling supply with the riots escalating as they are. Saber hasn't spent as much time as she'd like recovering from the forays out on business, but...
Well. No rest for the wicked, as they say. She still has the occasional twinge from her shoulder now and then, but so long as it doesn't interfere in day-to-day duties, she's not getting too concerned over it.
Belatedly realizing she's still got the teacup held loosely in one hand, she sets it down very, very, gently.
Unaware of Sion's curious glance, Saber settles her palms on the edge of the counter, frowning thoughtfully down at the pot as the heating element beneath begins to glow an angry red. ]
You're welcome to it, no need for thanks of any sort. [ She lifts her gaze from the pot (steaming, but not yet at a gentle boil) to give Sion a weak smile. ] I think I've made somewhat of a hermit of myself without realizing. Socializing like this from time to time is... nice.
[ AS LONG AS THERE ARE NO DRESSES. ]