[ They're hunkered down in the apothecary, two guardian angels with a heavy task ahead of them. Marianne had transparently shared her role with Claude when it all began and breathed a sigh of relief when he had said the same. Still she feels ill at ease, not because she hasn't sat around a war room where they debated battle tactics against people she knew, but because the targets are fellow Chosen, friends and acquaintances and people stuck in a cruel game like them who had no choice but to play. She's hesitant to suspect anyone, being ruthless or pragmatic doesn't come easy to her. Moreover...she's sympathetic to the infected. She thinks she understands how they must feel, to have destructive impulses inside of them they can't control.
To keep her anxieties at bay she focuses on what she can do. Healing the wounded, keeping the animals taken care of, and now brewing a cup of tea to bring to Claude who had been poring over his work for some time now. She had chosen a brew of leaves with an earthy tone that reminds her of Almyran Pine - his favorite, and she now understands why. Perhaps it can provide him a sense of comfort in this time. ]
Um, how is it going? I brewed some tea. Would you like any?
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To keep her anxieties at bay she focuses on what she can do. Healing the wounded, keeping the animals taken care of, and now brewing a cup of tea to bring to Claude who had been poring over his work for some time now. She had chosen a brew of leaves with an earthy tone that reminds her of Almyran Pine - his favorite, and she now understands why. Perhaps it can provide him a sense of comfort in this time. ]
Um, how is it going? I brewed some tea. Would you like any?