Autumn's Flame
Luric reached for his knapsack at his side as Lossa smirked at him, and he merely nodded lightly as she began to speak on things like the galaxy being large, and the odds of meeting people with names of those you already knew or had heard of. And while she was right, she could not be farther from the truth of it. "Yes, you do indeed bear a striking resemblance to my cousin, more than perhaps you are aware of." he said with a bit of a warm chuckle as he produced a small, brown suede pouch from the knapsack. Undoing the cords that held it shut, he tipped it over the glass of piping hot water Iris had placed down before them. A small amount of what looked to be a leafy mixture would tumble into the cup, and Luric would use a long, thin wooden dowel to stir the mixture.
As Lossa began to seemingly stumble over herself, Luric could feel the anxiety and doubts pour from her like so much water falling over the cliffs near Theed. Taking the glass in hand, he lay the wooden mixing dowel on the table to dry, the scent of autumnal spices filling the room as he sat back. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath through the nostrils, letting out a satisfied little sigh. Taking a sip, he looked once more toward Lossa, who seemed to be struggling with some pill from a bottle of medication.
"I do not know if you are, in fact, my kin. I would tell you to search your soul, and listen to it's whispers. Quiet your mind, and reach out to the great spirit that is the Living Force. It always has much to say, if one takes the time to listen. To shut it out, is to do yourself a disservice." he said with a bit of a nod, taking another sip of his tea. "Mmm. Quite good. I could brew you a pot, if you like? Very calming, and centering, this." he spoke with a smile, tapping the cup.