[ She watches her for a long minute - some poisons could take a minute, even so. She says nothing, just waits, directly up and on her face, that gaze that hardly seems to break or blink. Until she's absolutely sure, that she finally does, that burning, breaking thought that aren't reigned in yet. Too young, too new, to know how to keep her rage and frustration together.
Then, at last, her gaze drops to that cup and slowly, she begins to take a sip. ]
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Then, at last, her gaze drops to that cup and slowly, she begins to take a sip. ]