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Zara kicked off her heels without a care in the world and slumped onto the couch, letting out a long, tired sigh. Every inch of her body ached—from her stiff fingers to the dull throb in her lower back and temple. 

Nana appeared with a warm mug in hand, her knowing eyes crinkling with amusement.

"Drink this before you pass out where you sit," she said, pressing the cup into Zara's hands.

Zara inhaled deeply, the scent of chamomile and honey curling into her senses, wrapping around her like a hug. "Mmm. Nana, you're officially my favourite person."

Nana chuckled. "That's just the exhaustion talking."

Zara took a careful sip, letting the warmth spread through her chest.

"How were the twins? Hope they weren't too much trouble?"

Nana scoffed. "Oh, not at all. Unless you count the part where they staged a protest to keep the cartoons running until you got home."