If only looks could kill...Rika would be a smoldering pile of ashes by now. She takes Mystic's hand, turning to face Rika one last time. "Perhaps you would like to rest some more, dear cousin. It is quite a journey from the city."What Mystic hears is different than what Rika would get out of Arisu's offer.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll make breakfast sans you. You aren't needed. </span>"We'll make some tea while we're at it. Sound good to you Mystic? First we need some more water from the rain barrels. Would you mind getting it for me?"