“You should be more careful,” the new voice said, the one from earlier in the room.
I still didn’t know who it belonged to, but if I had to guess, I’d say maybe Zen’s mother or an older sister?
She hadn’t introduced herself when she guided me back me into the room and away from the outside freedom. Whether I liked it or not, I was in no state to leave. Not without seriously injuring myself, again.
“Drink some tea,” Zen said, her tone expectantly.
I would drink tea, but I didn’t have any. Unless she was trying to hand me some?
Carefully, I held out my hands, hoping I didn’t come across as presumptuous or awkward. Without my vision, the simplest tasks were suddenly mountains.
Fabric rustled as the girl next to me moved. “It’s hot.”
“Where is it?” I asked, waving my hands around too
