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He carefully carried the two mugs back, making sure nothing spilled over the sides. One he kept himself, the other was put on the nightstand.
“Tea with honey, honey.” Gracia barely stirred. He froze for a few seconds. Was she hurt? He sat down on the bed and hesitantly touched her back. “Honey?”
“Hmf.”
There was ice, starting in his chest, spreading-
“Tea.”
Gracia slowly sat up, grabbed her mug and tugged his arm, forcing him to follow her up the bed. The feeling melted away, chased by the warmth of the tea and her soft body next to his.