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[pullsneedles]

Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

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[pullsneedles]

Lucas breathes in the steam from the tea, both hands holding the mug. He feels like he wouldn't mind just putting his face in it, but he takes a careful sip instead.

Then a deeper sip once he's used to the temperature.

[a1enzo]

"Good?"

[pullsneedles]

"Yes."

He takes another long sip.

"It's the best feeling I've had in a while."

[a1enzo]

"Good. There's other kinds, too, but Bar said this'd be a good one for soothing."

[pullsneedles]

"It feels like it can find the cracks inside an' it's trying t'fill them up."

[a1enzo]

Enzo smiles. "That must be good tea."