[ Hythlodaeus goes to muck about in the kitchen, staring at the tea kettle as it boils as he tries to calm himself. To remind himself that he encouraged this, that he could have stopped this if he really wanted something so selfish. He comes back to the present with the whistling of the kettle, pulling it from the burner and pouring each of them a cup. He sets them on the tray with the plate of powdery cookies as he walks back with a small, sad smile on his face. ]
[ he sets the tray down on the futon between them before sitting. He places a gentle hand on his side. ]
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[ he sets the tray down on the futon between them before sitting. He places a gentle hand on his side. ]