Sometimes, Tessa wished she were a healer, instead of a reaper. But she wasn't. So she did what she could, but even the lives she had saved seemed to turn on her. She frowned, catching herself thinking about Dean again. She didn't want to think about him anymore.
"All right," she said, "Just let me know if you need anything. It's your house now, too. More tea?" She knew it was customary for the Japanese to refuse an offer at least once, out of politeness.