"Hey Hyra? In my bag, could you please look for a... oh! Y-you already, uh, ahaha! Ehehehe... you, you remembered. That's, I, um. Wow. I didn't realize you, oh. Wowies."

Yue quickly turns away and sets about worrying at her hair, pulling her fingers down and down and down and down the long, unbrushed brown locks. And if she were a clever girl she'd tell you it was to keep her hair out of the fire while she tends to it, but she is Yue Who Can Keep No Secrets, so it's obvious to one and all that the sudden interest is just to cover how hot her body and especially her face are suddenly feeling. Please nobody look! Please nobody notice! Please no... oh, you know? Oh. You, oh.

Hyra's hands feel almost as warm against hers as they place the chipped ceramic pot between her palms. It's heavy with (fresh!!) water, which is, y'know, exciting because fresh water's difficult to find sometimes, and it really improves the quality of a cup of tea when you can get it, especially when the leaves are as delicate as the ones Yue's trying to use right now! Erm, well, that is, obviously there's [i]clean[/i] water everywhere, but that's not the same as [i]pure[/i] water, see? The kind that right up until you caught it was trickling and bubbling and alive so that it's at the prime of it's power, 'cause that's the kind of water you usually can't go near in case it's full of demons, right? But sometimes you get lucky, and you get the stuff that's carried the flavor of the ground it's travelled and, uh, w-well, y'know, uh, haha! At least we're not talking about Hyra's hands anymore hahahaha oh! Shoot!

"Y-- so! Um. All I've... got with me now is silver needle. I hope that's, um, ok. My, um, my leaves are, y'know. At home and, uh, I can't... can't go back 'cause of the. Um. The everything. Gosh, I hope somebody notices and checks on my flowers. I was gonna replant them tomorrow. Tomorrow? It's, yeah. Yeah! Tomorrow. Gosh."

Her eyes are still misty, but that's nobody's fault. There's only so much that kind words and space and even magic dryad touches or the sight of her favorite tea set (as old and broken and embarrassing as it might be) slowly heating to a near boil can do when your brain is insisting on pulling you in a hundred different directions without stopping for a break. But her aches are gone, and that makes her move more easily. Her hand's around the grip of her sword again, and that makes her smile a little more. And when she pulls the pot off the flames before it gets too hot so she can add her leaves, she starts to hum. Just the tune at first, indistinct and unmemorable. And then when the smell starts to rise up into the air, she grows bold enough to sneak snippets of words in, turning scarlet the more obvious it becomes that she can't remember the words. 

These are the miracles bought with kindness and the Way.

[i]"Raising my cup, I beckon the bright moon...
I, hmm hmmm hm hmmmmmhm, 
and she, with my shadow makes three~"[/i]

Her cups had color, once. Probably. Maybe! It's possible! They have such a colorful vibe, ok? And if they had colors they must have also had patterns! They're just so, so [i]fancy![/i] But fancy as they are, they're also older than the dirt in the hills, so if they had peacocks or dragons or just happy little kittens on them at one point is something you've pretty much just gotta guess. But if there's one good point to 'em, it's how good they still are at holding tea! Not a drop leaks out as she pours the steamy, pale liquid out just as softly and carefully as she's always imagined a princess would, if she drank tea.

Which, no pressure Yue, is very important to get right just now! And indeed, the first cup goes straight to Chen of the Something Something Hot, Uh... y'know what? She's just 'Chen' until there's time to ask for the whole thing again. But anyway she gets first tea 'cause she's at least two princesses and she just won't, just [i]won't[/i] have it said that the girls of the Terraced Lake don't know anything about etti... uh? kineti... manners!

"Thanks, Your Highliness, for... y'know, for not. For giving me time. Tell me how you like it? I'm a little, uh, light right now but I might still have some honey if you prefer it?"

The second cup goes to Rose from the River, 'cause a magical dryad is right up there with princesseseses in terms of the kinds've people you wanna be polite to. Especially when they use their healing powers to draw all the pain out of your body and leave you fresh enough to move around without your everything screaming at you. She smiles her very best, most dazzlingest smile, and places the cup gingerly in one of those hands that look like they could crush it with the barest suggestion of a squeeze. Um. Gosh.

"I, um..." she ums, "Sometimes when I go walking? I like to close my eyes and pretend the wind is blowing me where it wants. I just try to, uh, get good and lost 'cause maybe I'll find something new? Seems kinda silly now but it, ahehe, felt like going on an adventure. Funny story? That's actually how I got these tea leaves. Maybe the, oh gosh, I'm really sorry! You just look, mmph, tired and I thought... maybe you're here to share this?"

Her smile goes shy, and she quickly shimmies away to give the third cup to Hyra. This time the words don't seem to find her throat. She just looks into those fearsome red eyes and into that face that, for all of the miracles she's seen today, she's still certain is the prettiest thing she's ever seen. She puts the cup in Hyra's hands, her real, actual hands, and holds them in hers with a look so intense it's like she's been possessed. Y'know, again. 

And the more she looks, the sadder she gets. And the more she looks, the harder it gets to, because her eyes won't stop warbling again and it's so [i]stupid[/i] because she needs to [i]see,[/i] ok?? She has to look, she has to, she... she already messed up and she can't afford to miss anymore of...

She gasps. It's harder than anything in the world, but she pulls her hands away, and pours the final cup with the most careful and perfect form she's ever managed in her entire life. Thanks so much, Nameless Maiden. Thank you for helping her with this.

"...H-hey. Cyanis?" Yue's voice quivers a little as she offers the extra cup to the fox, "You said... she had until the end of the full moon, right? Does, d-does that mean every full moon? Or just... this one?" 

[Yue is opening herself up to support and marking XP. She's also offering Rose from the River XP by trying to validate her worldview as best she can]