>>5625145With her message delivered, she returns to the brothel. By the time she got there, it is late afternoon. Only a few hours before her shift as supervisor of the brothel’s medical staff starts.
She heads to her room. Walking all day has strained her limbs.
One of the few advantages of being a Krasue is her body being in an interstice — not completely alive, but not completely a corpse, either. She eats not because her body needs it, but the otherworldly hunger compels her to do so. She occasionally sleeps to relax her muscles and eyes.
Annoyances such as sweating also doesn’t affect her, with her body remaining constantly cold and not affected by-
Sira has been waiting in her room.
He has prepared a tea set for her. On the table next to him are two cups, a large jar consisting of dried butterfly pea flowers, a large tea pot, and small bottles of lime and sugar.
They always enjoyed drinking butterfly pea flower tea together during the hotter parts of the year. A dark blue tea that can be enjoyed by itself or with some added sweetness or sourness.
After drinking some cold tea together, Warin sleeps on his lap as she talks about her actions today. He pets her hair as she unwinds. She’s a little worried about the Preta. What if he doesn’t pass away as he wanted?
