[ Zhongli is distracted, once everything has been taken care of for jiaoqiu. he's actually in the kitchen at the moment, waiting for water to boil in an old-fashioned kettle on the stove and simply... staring into the wall above the stove, his hands absently resting on the handle for the oven below. his stance is still just as upright as usual, but his shoulders are still tense while he lets himself be lost to his own thoughts.
it's only when the kettle begins to whistle that he rouses from his thoughts and notices firefly, shaking his head and offering a small smile. ]
Tea? [ might as well offer some, as he reaches for the kettle, going to pour it into a porcelain teapot that she's seen in their room that is now waiting on the counter. ] I thought it might be good to brew some, after that.
[ She takes in his stance, notices the way his shoulders sit. Not strange, considering what they had to witness today. Watching people fight for their lives... It's not unfamiliar, but it's not usually as personal as Heaven's made it.
Firefly offers him a small smile back, before her expression fades back to worry. ]
Lavender and chamomile. [ explaining, as he serves the tea with a familiar hand. his tea set has more than one, square cup in it, so he'll pour her her own. ] A calming blend that will help with rest, regardless of whether it's sleep or not.
As will I. [ lady served, first, he pours his cup afterwards. ] ... but I am troubled, wondering what affected him the way it did. Whether it was a lingering touch from home or if something here took control.
Nor have I, and it looked as if that was what the figures of his... memories, perhaps, were ensnared with. Infected by.
But... [ falling quiet, as he lifts his teacup up in both hands without drinking right away. ] We have so few answers, I would rather not jump to conclusions that it's what happened to him on Thursday night.
[ stares into the void... navelgazing for a minute... ]
I spoke with the angels, but they are just as lost in the dark as we are on what's happened these past few days. The sendoff for expulsion was meant to be simply that - a sendoff, onto another train, where we might say goodbye to him.
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it's only when the kettle begins to whistle that he rouses from his thoughts and notices firefly, shaking his head and offering a small smile. ]
Tea? [ might as well offer some, as he reaches for the kettle, going to pour it into a porcelain teapot that she's seen in their room that is now waiting on the counter. ] I thought it might be good to brew some, after that.
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Firefly offers him a small smile back, before her expression fades back to worry. ]
Yes, thank you. It can only help.
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Are you alright?
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I will be.
What about you, Mister Zhongli? [ She knows some of the younger ones were holding onto him for support. ]
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[ She gazes into the tea, not that it contains any answers. ]
It's too soon to rule out something here doing something.
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But... [ falling quiet, as he lifts his teacup up in both hands without drinking right away. ] We have so few answers, I would rather not jump to conclusions that it's what happened to him on Thursday night.
Just hope that this does not happen again.
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How common are those strange branches? ]
It's better to stay clear-headed. [ Lifting up the cup. ] Is hoping all we can do for now?
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I spoke with the angels, but they are just as lost in the dark as we are on what's happened these past few days. The sendoff for expulsion was meant to be simply that - a sendoff, onto another train, where we might say goodbye to him.
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Still, I can't stop myself from worrying and being on guard.
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Still, it's unnerving.