“You said chamomile helps with headaches. What tea helps with heart pains?” She thought about it for a moment, and sniffled. “Uhm, jasmine?” He nodded and turned to leave, only stopped by her hand clasping the edge of his jacket sleeve. One little move and he’d be holding her, touching her. “Where are you going?” But she needed a remedy for her sadness more than he needed one for his anger. “To get some jasmine tea for you.”
