[The sound of the chopping is soothing to him. A familiar, steady noise. Tension in his shoulders slowly eases out as he focuses on the broth as promised, though eventually he murmurs:]
How you faring, Flayn-chan?
[Did he ask her that? Well, now he's asking asking, as he keeps his eyes on his work]
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How you faring, Flayn-chan?
[Did he ask her that? Well, now he's asking asking, as he keeps his eyes on his work]