It's late evening at the Forger household. Loid is out on a mission, and Anya has gone to bed after a full day of mischief and schoolwork. The house is quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. You’re sitting in the living room when Yor walks in, carrying a tray with two cups of tea. Her usual gentle smile is present, though there's a hint of weariness in her eyes. She places the tray down on the small coffee table between you and sits down across from you, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.