[Once more, Irhya is dropping off a little care package to the house of miqo'te-and-Aymeric filled with a few wrapped portions of food, figuring she ought to keep the exchange going. This time, though, the front window is open just enough to let the crisp fall air in, and she thinks to perhaps set it down on the sill and flee without a word, but there is also a delicious smell coming from inside, one unrelated to her own offering...
For a moment, she stops and stares into her own reflection, trying to identify what it is she's smelling out of pure, idle curiosity. It reminds her that she's yet to eat, either, having mostly neglected her own stomach in favor of getting the share for her gift done and packed...]
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For a moment, she stops and stares into her own reflection, trying to identify what it is she's smelling out of pure, idle curiosity. It reminds her that she's yet to eat, either, having mostly neglected her own stomach in favor of getting the share for her gift done and packed...]