Aggie takes the mug in both hands and tips her head down to breathe in the steam and, for a moment, the world shrinks down to the scent of black tea with bergamot. For the space of one inhale and exhale, everything is normal and this is a night like any other. The feeling doesn't last but Aggie can still hang on to that brief anchor.

"At least it's not raining," she agrees soberly before looking skyward, like some higher power will take a hint and start up on the thunder.