#friends and surely pov chara is lonely and grieving too? she doesn't have any friends because everyone preferred her sister

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It usually doesn't take much to shoo him off; he's still afraid of her after all these years and her sister isn't here to hide behind.

She doesn't know why he bothers coming. They've never had anything in common and her hospitality is poor. But he comes, like clockwork, every week and sits across the table from her fidgeting with his mug of oversteeped tea and looking at anything but her.

Except if she looks away, and then, his eyes burn. They're pretty, amber-fire-gold. Sometimes brown. Pity about the face, though that's her fault. Magic blowback when they were six. He had avoided her ever since, and hidden behind her sister when he couldn't.

And then her sister was gone.

"It's time for you to get going, don't you think?" The silken tone is practiced, for just these sort of occasions. It's not like he's ever going to actually drink the tea. He probably thinks that it's poisoned.

Perhaps she should poison it, just to make a point.

He's not moving. In fact he's stiff in a stubborn sort of way, like he thinks he's going to stay. She'll soon fix that.

"I said-" she lights her palm aflame "- it's time for you to go."