I awoke to the mouthwatering aroma of food drifting from downstairs, stirring me from a surprisingly deep sleep. My body felt slightly heavy, but for the first time in days, I had managed to find some measure of rest. The events of the previous day flooded back in waves, but the memory of Magnus's comforting presence lingered, grounding me as I gathered the strength to start the day.
Stretching, I looked around, half expecting Magnus to be by my side. When I found the bed empty, I got up and freshened up quickly, brushing my hair back and tying it up in a loose ponytail. I made my way downstairs, the faint sounds of clinking dishes drawing me toward the kitchen.
There, at the dining table, I saw Magnus, fully dressed, his eyes brightening when he saw me approach. He flashed a soft smile, setting down his coffee cup as I approached.
"Good morning," he greeted me warmly. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I let you sleep in a little longer."
