That comment drew the faintest of smirks from Ben. No, he had never believed in luck and this boy seemed to know that. Seemed to know him somehow. Handing him the cup even felt familiar somehow. Warm. Like long talks over tea.

The gratitude catches him a little off guard. It was as rare was water around here. But he nodded slowly in acknowledgement before meeting Ezra’s gaze. His blue eyes looking something akin to a frightened animal peering out from behind a rock. Uncertain, confused, but also a little curious.

“Who are you?” This time the question was more genuine and imploring.