[It's but a moment after he knocks that the door opens. She's not certain if it is a blessing, but she doesn't appear to share the room with anyone, at least not yet. It's a flash of a smile, although her eyes turn inquisitive as they flicker over him, landing on that braid. Taking a step back, she gives him room to enter before closing the door.]
I can offer a cup of tea, if you'd like? That's about all I presently have.
[That, and perhaps a cup of water. Although she may be studying him again, as if trying to place her finger on something. The braid is new, or old. Either way, she hasn't seen him with one for quite a number of years.]
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I can offer a cup of tea, if you'd like? That's about all I presently have.
[That, and perhaps a cup of water. Although she may be studying him again, as if trying to place her finger on something. The braid is new, or old. Either way, she hasn't seen him with one for quite a number of years.]