“My sister prefers her tea flavored with mint. Would you like some as well, Captain?” “No, thank you, I …” Christopher’s voice faded as he watched her stir a spoonful of honey into the cup. “Every morning and afternoon I drink fresh mint tea sweetened with honey …” The reminder of Prudence awakened the familiar yearning, and Christopher steeled himself against it. He forced himself to focus solely on this situation, these people.
