"Nothing exciting is definitely for the best." Things are often terrible when they've entered the realm of excitement, in Adrasteia's experience; she likes when the times are a little less interesting, overall.

The touch and Sidony's smile work in tandem to set Adrasteia's features to soft smiles and warm blushing. Even though she feels a little too old for as much as she blushes around Sidony, some things can't be helped; the elf wouldn't rather change it, either, if she's being honest.

Sidony is led to the chair settled next to the bed, where Adrasteia climbs to sit with bare feet crossed over her legs and tucked into skirts. She picks up the teapot and begins warming it with her hands and a little fire magic. "What is your favorite sort of tea?"