Audrey/Hannah: Tea
Chamomile, milk and honey. That's what Audrey decided on. It was a good tea for nights when the mind wandered and you wanted to breathe in a little comfort, drink in a little peace. Tea did that, chamomile was especially good at it.
She'd been worried about Hannah for a while now, but she didn't press. She didn't want to overbear or push buttons, so she waited patiently, and then Hannah was home, but not. She crept up the stairs to her room and vanished like a ghost through the walls. So Audrey, she worried again. The memories, or whatever they were, had been something else entirely. She didn't see anything terrible, personally, intimate? Yes. Sad? Definitely. Yet when Hannah messaged her and her family---Audrey knew things weren't all melancholy moonlight and stars with Hannah. No. Audrey wasn't naive. She knew Hannah saw things in the dark she'd never understand, but--she could try, right?
So she put the starry mug on the tray next to the shortbread cookies and her own cup, white with pale pink flowers, and headed up the stairs. "Knock, knock." Was uttered before entering since her hands were full. She hadn't been in Hannah's room since she'd be gone, the door respectfully closed along with Si's, and entering Hannah's room was like stepping into another world; colors, ivy and fairylights intermingling. Nothing matched, but somehow it all fell together in a way that was undeniably and only Hannah.
"I have come bearing tea and sugary sweets to help us board the boat to dreamland, and I happen to know this tea is special and only leads to pleasant dreamland," Audrey said it so matter of factly there was little room for argument. She set the tray down quietly on the dresser beside the bed, raising her gaze to Hannah.