Rufus Swallow came back with some hangover tea, "Do you want more?"
"What is it?"
"Hangover tea."
Aria Lulu raised her hand toward him, "Let me try."
Rufus handed it to her.
The tea had just been brewed, with a light broth. Aria sat in the bathtub, head down, blowing on the steam, and took a few slow sips.
The taste wasn't particularly pleasant, but her body felt painfully cold inside. Having something warm to fill her stomach wasn't bad at all.
Rufus gazed at her delicate, chilly face and sighed softly, "Do you want to eat something?"
She had vomited quite a lot of alcohol earlier; it was likely she hadn't eaten anything.
Holding the warm tea cup tightly, Aria sipped and said, "Rufus Swallow."
"Hmm?"
"Are you this good to everyone?"
"Only to you."
"How would you define our relationship?"
Rufus walked over and bent down to grasp her icy hand, "Let's talk about it after your bath, okay? If you keep soaking in here, the water will turn cold."
