[ There's no answer, but a few seconds later Sarah opens the door. Her makeup, so carefully applied earlier to look smudgy and haphazard, is actually starting to be ruined, and her cheeks are still wet from tears. She opens her mouth to speak, to say "thank you" or something, but her throat seems to close up and prevent her from making any noise at all. She just looks at Sarissa standing there with the tea, crying and more vulnerable than she ever likes to be in front of someone else, hoping that her eyes are saying it for her. ]
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