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Shera stepped into Cid's house and immediately set to work fixing him tea. It didn't matter whether he wanted some or not. That was simply one of her duties. She made tea, kept his house clean, his laundry current, and helped him with his research and experiments regarding environmentally safe alternatives for the equipment that would be so desperately needed. It was the least she could do to repay him for saving her life at the cost of his own dreams.
Cid slammed into the house with a few extra expletives as he tossed himself into a chair at the table. She set a teacup in front of him, the teapot beside him, and the sugar within easy reach before she turned to go.
"Shera, what do you think?"
Shera turned back toward him. "What do I think about what?"
"About what Tifa said. About the whole idea of going to Nibelheim to help some broad with nary a thought in her head."
"I was going to go." He glared at her for a long moment before tossing a couple sugar cubes into his teacup. Shera thought the cup would crack. "It seemed you had some better ideas once you got back from your short trip to Nibelheim. What's to say that working with someone other than me might break loose your block?"
"Damned if you aren't right. Shit. I hate it when you're right." He jerked the hat from his head and threw it to the table. "Pour the damn tea, woman. Then we'll pack. I have a feeling we're going to be there for a while."
Shera hurried forward and grabbed for the teapot, nearly dumping it into his lap in her excitement. He leaped clear and snorted with a shake of his head.