Location:Seven Peaks — the Medicine Hall; the Hall; Thorne's room
Date/Time:TC1858.02.28
The tea had been on the stove since the fourth hour, and it tasted like it.
Raven got half the cup down before she understood what it was doing to her mouth. Black, bitter enough to fur her tongue, with a burnt edge at the back where the pot had boiled dry at least once and been topped up without anybody scouring it. She drank the rest anyway. It was hot, and the Medicine Hall at first light was cold enough that her breath showed between the cots.
Sera Vahn sat on the bench by the stove with her strapped arm across her and her good hand resting on a folded sheet on her knee. She hadn't offered the sheet. She'd offered the tea.
"You didn't send for me," Raven said.
"No."
