[ Susato lets out an audible breath as she feels his hand leave her, allowing the task to distract her from worrying entirely too much. Even while she is setting the kettle to the stove, it's like she can't take her eyes off him. She steals a glance, even as she opens a cabinet to retrieve a couple of teacups.
If only all their problems were solved by something as simple as tea. ]
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If only all their problems were solved by something as simple as tea. ]
It's... your father.