The cup rested between her palms, warmth soaking into her skin. Steam rose slowly, carrying the scent of herbs chosen with intention.
Each sip settled her body, easing tension she did not realize she was holding. This was quiet medicine, not rushed or forced. Just patience, breath, and care. In that moment, healing felt gentle, and rest felt deserved.
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