[ This time, he brings with him the scent of cinnamon, cardamon, hot sugar and dark tea. Somewhere among the Station's collection of old things and belongings, he's located a handsome, well-loved samovar. With his sleeves pulled over his hands, he's able to bring the heated thing to Cathaway. And cups. To this, the depths of what he assumes is Ilde's garden ( -- he has seen her burned world, and her beautiful grove, and he knows she is now lost to those dreamless depths; this place is well-tended, cared for, surely it is hers? ). ]
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[ This time, he brings with him the scent of cinnamon, cardamon, hot sugar and dark tea. Somewhere among the Station's collection of old things and belongings, he's located a handsome, well-loved samovar. With his sleeves pulled over his hands, he's able to bring the heated thing to Cathaway. And cups. To this, the depths of what he assumes is Ilde's garden ( -- he has seen her burned world, and her beautiful grove, and he knows she is now lost to those dreamless depths; this place is well-tended, cared for, surely it is hers? ). ]
( How do you take your drink, Cathaway? )