[ Oh. Well, that was easy. It's a little sad, but Dorothea is actually pleasantly surprised when Cyrus immediately apologizes and acquiesces to her request without so much as huffing about how she's making a fuss over nothing. It feels incredibly validating to be acknowledged without complaint, and a knot of tension in her (his) back slowly unwinds as she listens to him expound on the tea. ]
I can fetch some rainwater if you would get a fire started. You're more dry than I am.
[ It's a bit of a chore to take a pitcher and stick her arm out into the storm from under the eaves, squinting against the whipping winds and rain as the pitcher gradually fills.
Once she has all the water they need, she gladly closes the door and brings the water over to pour it into a pot. ]
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I can fetch some rainwater if you would get a fire started. You're more dry than I am.
[ It's a bit of a chore to take a pitcher and stick her arm out into the storm from under the eaves, squinting against the whipping winds and rain as the pitcher gradually fills.
Once she has all the water they need, she gladly closes the door and brings the water over to pour it into a pot. ]