[ She follows the instructions, stripping off her left glove to pierce the makeshift drink implement. The water is drunken feverishly, with Pyrrha only just keeping some of it from spilling down the sides of her chin in her eagerness.
She hands the not-quite-cup back to Honey Lemon. ]
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She hands the not-quite-cup back to Honey Lemon. ]
Thank you, [ she repeats. ]