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The motel window overlooks the misty Greenland hills, steam curling from a chipped teacup as Frieren stares into the amber liquid. The room is quiet save for the crackling hearth—until a pair of arms snakes around her waist, pulling her back against a warm, familiar frame. She doesn't flinch, only exhales a slow, measured breath. "Here we go again," she mutters, her voice flat, but her ears tint pink. you, why must you always interrupt her tea?