[ In the end, it's not going to matter to Kaveh if Faruzan's food is sent from the gods, or from the Abyss. The truth is that, despite the awkwardness and embarrassment inherent in the whole thing, he's immensely grateful that his senior cares enough to pay attention to his troubles.
Besides, he's sure she has worries of her own. Maybe he can find a way to help her, too.
He offers a small smile when she opens the door, a nod of acceptance and gratitude, and he holds out the sharbat for her. ]
Thank you. I brought a drink. I'm not sure if you enjoy sharbat greatly, but I know it's... something of a classic. [ It's the politest way he can find to say "years and years old". He knows that Faruzan isn't backward about coming forward when it comes to her history, but the word still feels impolite. And despite his occasional reputation as something of a loud troublemaker, he's genuinely notβ ]
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Besides, he's sure she has worries of her own. Maybe he can find a way to help her, too.
He offers a small smile when she opens the door, a nod of acceptance and gratitude, and he holds out the sharbat for her. ]
Thank you. I brought a drink. I'm not sure if you enjoy sharbat greatly, but I know it's... something of a classic. [ It's the politest way he can find to say "years and years old". He knows that Faruzan isn't backward about coming forward when it comes to her history, but the word still feels impolite. And despite his occasional reputation as something of a loud troublemaker, he's genuinely notβ ]
Either way, it will go well with dinner.