[Tohsaka stands halted over the stewpot. Its aroma hits her like a violent wave crashing upon cliffs. Not that she hates it, though. No, instead it brings a rush of melancholic nostalgia. Brief days of sharing cooking responsibilities with the rest of the Emiya household. Once or twice sharing the kitchen with her sister. Waking up to a lively household rather than an empty mansion.
It makes her ache. Her eyes water and her throat closes shut. Even sharing breakfast with Lucien was a step up from her decade long routine of loneliness. Eventually Rin moves, though. After all, Gray is giving her comfort. Food, ability to wash her clothes, a shower... To burden her anymore would be a failing on Rin's part. So she gently ladles in a decent serving for her bowl. More than she'd usually eat, but that's fine. She has been skipping meals.]
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It makes her ache. Her eyes water and her throat closes shut. Even sharing breakfast with Lucien was a step up from her decade long routine of loneliness. Eventually Rin moves, though. After all, Gray is giving her comfort. Food, ability to wash her clothes, a shower... To burden her anymore would be a failing on Rin's part. So she gently ladles in a decent serving for her bowl. More than she'd usually eat, but that's fine. She has been skipping meals.]
What type of tea?