[Nill has always looked a little on the young side - maybe sixteen or so at this point, though she's actually nineteen. Anyone that asks is told she's twenty. It makes her life easier. A small smile appears on her face, and she nods towards him, before actually stepping into the room. She sets two mugs on whatever flat surface is nearest to him (a bedside table, maybe), and then opens the thermos she brought to pour tea into them both. As she does, her wings flutter slightly, before settling comfortably against against her back.]
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