[The quiet should be disconcerting, but Xichen is content, waiting on the wisdom of his more experienced friend. And she gives him the reassurance he wanted to hear. Just knowing that she thinks it will become easier makes his shoulders relax slightly. He leans forward and reaches out to refill her cup with the teapot, but as he moves, a small ball of fur comes darting out of his sleeve, landing on the table with an alarmed noise.]
Ah, no, don't- Come here. [The squirrel holds its ground, looking highly unamused by this change of location.]
I'm sorry. It was asleep; I didn't want to leave it.
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Ah, no, don't- Come here. [The squirrel holds its ground, looking highly unamused by this change of location.]
I'm sorry. It was asleep; I didn't want to leave it.