( One of Sarissa's hands holds the tea, and at the sight of Sarah she sets the mug down on the floor, where they can't accidentally kick it over. There's just a moment of hesitation, a moment of wondering if Sarah will want Sarissa to touch her or if she wants space, before she ruthlessly shoves it to the side and steps closer to her sister. She felt the way Sarah loved Kira in her memories, and even if that's not the same as feeling as how much someone misses someone, she's got empathy enough to get a rough idea. )
If you want, um—
( Oh, screw it. The offer to make more can happen later. Her voice is rough and quiet, and she kisses Sarah's forehead before carefully wrapping her arms around her, one of her hands running up and down Sarah's back. )
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If you want, um—
( Oh, screw it. The offer to make more can happen later. Her voice is rough and quiet, and she kisses Sarah's forehead before carefully wrapping her arms around her, one of her hands running up and down Sarah's back. )
S'agapo, asteri mou.