The mangled word either didn't seem to phase the German in the slightest, or she just didn't care. She sipped silently and calmly at the tea, leaning back slightly in the chair. Her gaze fell on Miyume's face. She really did look drawn and tired. Inwardly, she felt a small pang of concern for the much smaller, much frailer girl. Whoa hey where had that even come from? The German pushed it back down.

"The cream helps with the bitterness."

She offered in a (hopefully) helpful tone. Not that she didn't think Miyume could handle the bitterness; she had already expressed that she liked the drink, so it was more of a 'you can also try it this way'.