[There's the sound of rummaging and cups clinking and water running as she scurries about his kitchen in search of items to make some cups of tea with. She moves quick and only hastens more when swirls of black smoke start to come off her fingertips and she tries to shoo it away with her hands.
When she hears him call out her name, she pokes her head into the living room, bumping into her wyvern on the way.]
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When she hears him call out her name, she pokes her head into the living room, bumping into her wyvern on the way.]
Hm? Something wrong?