"All right. Thank you for the advice." Her tea was cold, but she sipped at it anyway. It was still too sweet, but she did feel less anxious, though she thought the cause was likely not the chamomile. "Thank you also for... listening." She thought that this might have been the most she had spoken in years; certainly she had not been this honest with anyone...
Possibly ever?
"And... for being my friend." The word was soft and hesitant -- she rarely spoke it, feeling as though most people whom she knew considered her an acquaintance at best. But Morgayne had always reached out, and perhaps that was her nature, but Juliette wanted to let her know just how much she appreciated it.