She’s sitting in the frames of a opened shoji screen, her gaze cast over the gardens belonging to the Kienkan. The cool air night bothers her only very little, lost in thought as she is; ignoring the goosebumps covering every patch of her exposed skin. The past few days exhausted her quite a bit – and although Tsuyu is overjoyed that Gosetsu can finally rest and receive proper care here, she feels… uneasy. Albeit partly ( and obviously ) caused by allegations she doesn’t understand, she can’t deny there’s something about Doma itself that she finds quite difficult to shake off. A premonition, of some sort.
The sudden weight of a blanket ‘pon her shoulder has Tsuyu startle in surprise, whipping around to look up at the Viera that is standing behind her. She hasn’t talked to them directly yet, rather intimidated by the title they carried – the Warrior of Light – plus, they always seem quite busy, as well. Blinking up at them, her hands delicately grasping the edge of the blanket and pulling it tighter around herself.
“ — Thank you,” she finally says quietly; a small, shy smile on her lips. “Do you, um, want to join me? I also have some tea…”
he spends a few minutes watching yots— tsuyu, taking note of how she pulls the blanket around herself, of the kindness in her eyes that usually never dwells anywhere near the woman. they cannot even begin to imagine how she must feel, hearing allegations that she would have no memory of. Avery cannot help but wonder how much of her memory dwells beneath the surface, and if, or when it will return, and yet he cannot turn her away, not now, not when she clearly needs someone by her side — someone who can at the very least try to understand, especially when gosetsu is injured.
“ i would love to. ” they reply, just as quiet; a gentle smile given in return as they take a seat beside her. “ what kind of tea is it? ”