𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

[Ultimately, Meryl has had some really bad tea in her days. That comes with the territory when you're trekking back and forth across the deserts. Supplies go bad. Some settlements don't have the freshest ingredients. Sometimes the water quality could be better. She learned long ago, thanks to a drunken old man, not to complain about what she was given. People made the best with what they had. The same was true for Knives.

Not that it was bad by any stretch. Meryl takes another sip, holding it in her mouth despite the way it burns her tongue. She lets herself take in every flavor while she can, before finally tilting her head back and swallowing once more.]

I'm glad you have that chance. I'm sure it never came easy to you before.

[She doesn't know everything about the Twins origins, but she picked up on a few things here and there in the midst of their fighting. Sure, most of what she heard was her own heartbeat in her ears, but she still picked up pieces her and there.]

I don't want to intrude but... if you ever need help anywhere. [She gives a delicate shrug. She won't assume she's cultivated that much goodwill, but she wants to offer it all the same.] We're all trying to survive together, right?