Absinthe, honey cake, butter and sugar cubes.
Roy sat in the messy study, holding the cup Orenna handed her, enveloped by the intense aroma of alcohol and the sweetness of cakes. The firelight burning in the fireplace fell into the cup, blending into the blue-green liquid, like countless tiny stars.
Orenna, wrapped in a deep red shawl, sat opposite her, lazily, unchanged from before. For a moment, Roy had the illusion that she was still Orenna's student, researching Magic Restriction together with Orenna until deep into the night.
But Orenna's question pulled her back to reality.
"Your head..." Orenna gestured at her forehead, "is it alright now?"
Roy nodded.
The witch in front of her grunted briefly, marveling at this student's formidable constitution.
"If you live to my age, you might be way stronger than me."
Roy tightened her grip on the wine glass, seeking a less direct question: "How did you... do it?"
"Extend my life?"
