Watching Sidony relax is like watching Kirkwall wake up from the top of the towers. It feels like so much work and then it happens, suddenly and all at once, and Adrasteia is almost loathed to interrupt it with more talking.

They should go to a bathhouse, she thinks. Somewhere private, and nice.

"I think there's mint in this blend. ANd a few other soothing flowers. Nothing too strong for this hour. One thing with the current coffee shortage is that tea options have become more... varied, I think."

Problem is the best tea is in high town. Problem is she's an elf. Problem is she doesn't go to Hightown often but maybe she should find a proxy.

It's an idea, anyway.

The tea is poured; Adrasteia adds her sugars and gestures with the small spoon and the fancy teacup that clearly belonged to some Orlesian child in another life, silently asking if Sidony wants any.

"Yes, of course. Come here." Patting the bedcovers next to her and setting her teacup down. It's much easier to hold and be held when there are not the arms of a chair in the way, after all.

Once Sidony is situated Adrasteia loops her arm through Sidony's, briefly, before unwinding it and wrapping it around her midsection instead. She leans her forehead against Sidony's shoulder, and sighs.