The cabin door creaked open, and Taryn stepped inside first, the weight of the day still hanging heavily on her shoulders. The warm air hit her like a wall, a stark contrast to the damp chill they'd left behind in the forest. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its glow casting flickering shadows across the interior of the cabin. It was small and modest, but in moments like this, it was a fragile sanctuary.
Taryn shrugged off her cloak but didn't remove it completely, letting it drape loosely around her shoulders. She paused, her gaze catching on something new in the room—a modest table with three chairs arranged neatly around it.
Kah'el followed her in, his boots thudding softly against the floorboards as his eyes landed on the table. His steps slowed, one brow arching. "Did this…?"
Lucien, crouched by the hearth, didn't bother looking up from where he was prodding the fire, though you could hear the smirk on his face. "You're welcome."
