Taking the tea gratefully, a smile was offered to him before glancing back out at the window. A very slow sip was taken, as she allowed the warmth to start at her fingers and flow through her body, wrapping her up in a comforting heat.
Falling silent as he told her she needed to be more gentle with herself, Mary kept her gaze out the window. Her centuries the woman has blamed herself for practically everything. She allowed others to place the blame on herself, as she took their pain, and blessed their heads. All these years of pushing her own guilt down just to take away others guilt, and sin.
Lightly sipping on the tea once more, she nodded slowly. "I-- I know, Gabriel." Part of her knew that the reason she was so hard on herself was because she put others before her. She focused on other people's pain, and sorrow instead of her own.