[Any progress made had been quickly dashed by his conversation with G'rhyf, unfortunately. Now every movement is second-guessed. He serves himself -- a small portion despite everything, and finds his own seat.
He sips his tea silently -- tries not to think about how well Estinien knows him to know that the tea would suit him -- and does what he can to quell his thoughts.]
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He sips his tea silently -- tries not to think about how well Estinien knows him to know that the tea would suit him -- and does what he can to quell his thoughts.]
It's good, thank you. The tea as well.
[This is... painful.]