[ She's a little embarrassed by his kindness, in truth - and the fact that he feels the need to tend to her in such a way. That said, she doesn't really have the wherewithal to refuse his gentle order. Sitting sounds nice. Nicer than standing, certainly. Gravity is beginning to exert more than its typical amount of pull on her.
So, she sits, finally allowing herself to look a little tired. ]
Thank you.
[ Rubbing at her face a little, she adds, ] Milk and no sugar, please.
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So, she sits, finally allowing herself to look a little tired. ]
Thank you.
[ Rubbing at her face a little, she adds, ] Milk and no sugar, please.