[Suzaku]
[Euphie is standing in a doorway. When did she get to this doorway? What was she doing here? She didn't remember. It didn't matter.
Her breath catches audibly in her throat when she hears what she hears and sees what she sees.
Something falls with a crash to the floor. Had she been carrying something? There are broken tea cups at her feet now and hot tea spilling and pooling closer to the others. A tray hangs in just one hand now.