[ "Drink" is something Hibiki can do on autopilot. She raises the cup to her mouth and sips, then blinks. As her lashes flutter, the first signs of intelligence flicker in her eyes again.
This. This is. Not tea.
Strange...
She cups both her hands around it, thinking about what she's recently discovered. ] The soil is barren.
[ Where there should have been a maidens' flower garden for a butterfly such as herself to flutter.
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This. This is. Not tea.
Strange...
She cups both her hands around it, thinking about what she's recently discovered. ] The soil is barren.
[ Where there should have been a maidens' flower garden for a butterfly such as herself to flutter.
It makes perfect sense to her, okay. ]