He strains the water over the hibiscus blend filling two cups and sitting down adjacent to her at the table. He passes her hers carefully, his in hand.

Auryn smiles, almost amused at the thought put into that. His clothing's minimal and practical, and no household he's lived in could afford very many clothes that couldn't just be thrown into the wash. "Thanks," he says, "that's not necessary. That jacket's been through a lot, I don't think it'll give out on me yet."