Location:Seven Peaks — Residential Quarter, Command Center
Date/Time:TC1856.05.03 (Morning to Afternoon)
Kairos made the tea.
Not the wrong kind. Not the lowland variety grabbed in haste from the nearest container. The highland blend. Blue lid. Steeped for exactly the right duration — three minutes, not the two-and-a-half he'd been consistently undershooting or the four he'd over-corrected to twice last week.
Raven came out of her quarters to find two cups on the bench outside her door, still steaming. The highland variety. Properly steeped. The correct temperature.
She picked up her cup. Drank. Set it down.
Picked it up again because the taste was right and that fact meant something she didn't have a word for yet.
