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The motel window framed a view of mist-draped hills, steam coiling upward from a chipped teacup cradled in Frieren's hands. The room was hushed, save for the low crackle of the hearth. Then, without warning, arms slipped around her waist from behind, drawing her back against a familiar, warm form. She didn't startle, only released a slow, controlled sigh. "Must you always do this during my tea?" she murmured, her voice deliberately even, though the tips of her pointed ears flushed a delicate pink. you, her peace was once again shattered.