[Hawthorn Cabin]

Geneva floats into the cabin after her friend, keeping an eye out for any stumbling or signs of further fatigue. Seeing that everything appears to be fine, she heads into the bedroom and begins unloading all the loot they had pillaged from the realm of Sekhmet's mother. Clothing. Armor. Regalia. All sorts of fancy stuff. It's fortunate she can fit so much nonsense into her inventory spell. Thank goodness for ancient advanced technology.

~Some tea would be nice, thank you,~ Geneva replies. ~What kinds do you have?~

There are, after all, many types of tea.

Red, yellow, white, green, herbal of many varieties...

Then?

She settles down on one of the chairs.

When she isn't floating around at eye level it's somehow even more apparent just how small Geneva really is. With her long hoppy feet flat on the chair she's scarcely over a foot tall.