[A faint wince, easy to miss; she takes a step back and slips out of reach. With the brittle way Mami feels now, the warm weight of Utena's fingers seems like just a bit too much.]
It's all right. ...would you like to come in? I was about to have tea.
[A lie. Her kitchen is cold. But maybe, if she can at least delay Utena long enough to properly say goodbye....]
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It's all right. ...would you like to come in? I was about to have tea.
[A lie. Her kitchen is cold. But maybe, if she can at least delay Utena long enough to properly say goodbye....]