[The gesture is comforting, and Koby has to actively bite back the urge to seek out more, more affection, more contact, to replace the void left by his newfound powers evaporating. He nods, already finding the kettle, the hot plate, the tea. He can do this part, shaky hands and bitten-bloody fingernails and all.
He can do this.] She likes tea, I think. Well, sometimes. She liked it in the village.
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He can do this.] She likes tea, I think. Well, sometimes. She liked it in the village.