[Arven heaves a sigh and treats himself to some apple tea…even if the lack of taste makes him upset all over again. At least it reminds him of the times he had this tea with Mafuyu.]
A warmth blooms through his chest. Times with friends, with people who love you... that, too, heals all pain. The scent still wafts through the air, and the cup is hot and comfortable in his hands.
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Arven is fully healed.