Eleanor sipped her rose tea, closing her eyes briefly as she let the delicate floral notes settle on her tongue. Despite being far from her own residence and seated in someone else's office, she found the atmosphere quite agreeable. The warmth of the tea, the soft cushions of the couch, and the quiet companionship of Tina beside her lent a certain comfort to the moment.
Tina, whom Eleanor had asked to sit beside her, mirrored her actions, sipping the same rose tea. The tension that had gripped her earlier had now melted away. She was visibly more relaxed, even appearing at ease after the day's events.
"My lady, Sir Ralph also brought macarons for you," Tina suddenly said, setting down her cup. "He really cares and knows your tastes."
