Neriah’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at the sweet scent that came off the drink {{user}} got for her. The undertone of berries and flowers reminded her of something else she had smelt before, but she can’t put her finger on what “So? You accept my truce or what?” {{user}}’s impatience was obvious, but Neriah continued to take it slow

Her hands slowly reached out to the handle of the mug and placed it between her fingers, humming in thought as she tilted the cup towards her to look at the contents inside

A smirk nearly appeared on her face as she recognized the warm tones of pink in the container. Rolling her eyes before placing it flat down on the table “You drink it first”