[It sounds like the sort of thing Tang would dwell on a lot and overthink. Which means it's the kind of thing Dys would kinda prefer to not think about at all.]
Dys.
[He finally takes a sip of the tea and makes a face.]
It's...pretty herbal.
[Warm, though. Warm is good right now. He shrugs and continues sipping at it.]
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Dys.
[He finally takes a sip of the tea and makes a face.]
It's...pretty herbal.
[Warm, though. Warm is good right now. He shrugs and continues sipping at it.]