[She all but clucks her tongue at him, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.]
For God's sake, stay put. I'll bring it to you.
[Let the poor man continue to stew if that's what he preferred. She withdraws from the doorway accordingly without bothering to pull the door shut behind her. All in all, it takes her perhaps ten minutes to fix them something. The kettle runs very hot and fast and she's never been so silly as to not know how to cut and squeeze a lemon. Thank Heaven for her place in the Order; she can't begin to believe how pathetic she might have been in Eudio city had she spent her entire adulthood doing nothing but plunking away on the pianoforte and lounging in silks. She orders the cups on their saucers (the first pointed purchase she'd made outside of a new wardrobe), and fetches both bath to the washroom where she fully expects Alistair to still be submerged.
She shoulders the door open and has not even the thought of hesitation much less the pretense of shame as she carries in the two cups and sets one just there on the edge of the bath. She flips down the lid of the toilet and tosses a towel over it, then perches there, fighting the inclination to put her feet up on the tub's edge (her boots are dirty from the park).]
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For God's sake, stay put. I'll bring it to you.
[Let the poor man continue to stew if that's what he preferred. She withdraws from the doorway accordingly without bothering to pull the door shut behind her. All in all, it takes her perhaps ten minutes to fix them something. The kettle runs very hot and fast and she's never been so silly as to not know how to cut and squeeze a lemon. Thank Heaven for her place in the Order; she can't begin to believe how pathetic she might have been in Eudio city had she spent her entire adulthood doing nothing but plunking away on the pianoforte and lounging in silks. She orders the cups on their saucers (the first pointed purchase she'd made outside of a new wardrobe), and fetches both bath to the washroom where she fully expects Alistair to still be submerged.
She shoulders the door open and has not even the thought of hesitation much less the pretense of shame as she carries in the two cups and sets one just there on the edge of the bath. She flips down the lid of the toilet and tosses a towel over it, then perches there, fighting the inclination to put her feet up on the tub's edge (her boots are dirty from the park).]
There. Now I expect no more complaints.