Author's note: A possible aftermath from Desperate Intruder.
Prompt 10, herbal tea
"Father!"
He had sensed her disquiet and anguish on her return from Lake Anasta, and knew she would soon come to him.
"Come, my daughter. Sit. Let us have some tea."
The herbal tea was soothing, fragrant, familiar. She sipped it slowly, hands cradling the porcelain as if to draw strength from it. He waited patiently. When, at last, her eyes met his, a grey eyebrow raised in silent query; a slight, solemn nod encouraged her. She took a deep breath, bowed her head over the teacup, took her courage in both hands, then haltingly began to recount her ordeal.