Comfort settles as weeks pass, and she slips into the fissures left by those lost.
"Where are the mugs?"
He watches her root around, barefoot on her toes in his kitchen while pressed apples and spices simmer on the stove.
It sparks something he ignores. "The cabinet on the left."
Humming pleasantly, she opens it and finds what she needs. "Sit. I'll bring it out." She flashes him a grin. "It's autumn in a cup."
"Hn." Curiosity taking over, he leans closer. "Domesticity, Miko?"
Her grin turns cheeky. "Only for friends who were once enemies."
He almost smiles.
She laughs.