[ she watches him closely, from the way his ears twitch idly to how his hands expertly glide across the kettle as the tea steeps. the brew smells divine, if a little spicy, but there's no telling how spicy it is until she puts her tastebuds to the test eventually. fortunately, she is able to handle her spice -- for the most part.

she sits up straighter on the bed, hand coming up to comb through her massive mane of orange hair. ]

Well, that depends. If you have any ill intentions towards me, what would you even gain for poisoning me right here and now? I don't really have anything on me.

[ a noncommittal shrug. ]

Honestly, after everything I ate and drunk the nights prior, I'd rather take my chances with what you brewed up. Just saying.