[As it were, Reim spends more time examining the curious material the tea came in than enjoying the tea itself. A spongy cup? Why would one even exist? He pushes his glasses up his nose, almost as if mustering himself up for the first sip.]
I'm fine, you know. [A lie, his tone is quieter as he amends it.] Better, at least.
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I'm fine, you know. [A lie, his tone is quieter as he amends it.] Better, at least.