Mal plucks at her dress a little, fingers catching on the fabric because it gives her hands something to do, keeps her occupied. Arthur helps, fills up her mind with something other than panic, other than how to get out.
She pours the tea because she knows just how they both take it, a knowledge that she can clink to. That hasn't changed.
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Date: 2011-03-01 06:47 pm (UTC)She pours the tea because she knows just how they both take it, a knowledge that she can clink to. That hasn't changed.