[He doesn't want to get too deep into it at the moment, but her response is enough for a slow nod from him.]
Remember that. Hold it close. Your doubt may be just what you need to stay sharp and learn the truth. [the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth returns] Though, I expect that won't be a problem for you. Somehow, I feel as though you understand better than most.
[He sits back again with his tea, drinking in earnest. The foam is disappearing fast, but it's time for it to do so, to melt away and take the darker thoughts with it. It's then that Cao Pi considers who she reminds him of, with that expression older than her age - the Lady Kaguya, the powerful princess of the moon whom he and his people knew as Chang'e, graceful and pure yet with the weight of heaven and earth on her slender shoulders. He only met her once before being stolen to this world, but the comparison is apt enough.]
I don't wish to sour your mood, surely you must keep up a smile while you work. But I should like to speak with you again, my lady. Perhaps I will have to make these...lattes, my drink of choice over plain tea. [in other words, make this his quiet shop of choice for writing over a cup or three, as he does nearly every day.]
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Remember that. Hold it close. Your doubt may be just what you need to stay sharp and learn the truth. [the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth returns] Though, I expect that won't be a problem for you. Somehow, I feel as though you understand better than most.
[He sits back again with his tea, drinking in earnest. The foam is disappearing fast, but it's time for it to do so, to melt away and take the darker thoughts with it. It's then that Cao Pi considers who she reminds him of, with that expression older than her age - the Lady Kaguya, the powerful princess of the moon whom he and his people knew as Chang'e, graceful and pure yet with the weight of heaven and earth on her slender shoulders. He only met her once before being stolen to this world, but the comparison is apt enough.]
I don't wish to sour your mood, surely you must keep up a smile while you work. But I should like to speak with you again, my lady. Perhaps I will have to make these...lattes, my drink of choice over plain tea. [in other words, make this his quiet shop of choice for writing over a cup or three, as he does nearly every day.]