[The question catches her off-guard. Maketh takes a moment to compose herself, hands curled around her mug. Focus on the warmth from the coffee, the feel of the mug against her skin. Do not let your mind spiral.
Better. She took a drink, just to be sure her hands wouldn't shake. They didn't.] Better.
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Better. She took a drink, just to be sure her hands wouldn't shake. They didn't.] Better.
[She hesitates.] It was settled. With Emily.