When Damon returned to the hotel, Svetlana was already up and dressed in casual clothes, brushing her long hair in front of the mirror.
Ava sat nearby on the bed, quietly focused on one of her soft toys, babbling softly but not loud—just her usual morning calm.
She was always like that when she first woke, curious but never fussy.
"Smells good," Svetlana said, smiling as Damon entered with the bag of food.
He leaned in to kiss her cheek and set the coffee and takeout down on the small table near the window.
"Got everything," he said, placing her drink in front of her. "Eggs, bacon, toast. And that yogurt thing you like."
Svetlana took the cup, sipping gratefully. "Perfect."
They sat together, eating in comfortable silence for a while.
Damon took a few bites, then set aside a smaller container and grabbed the spoon from the bag.
He opened a pouch of blended vegetables they'd brought from home and began feeding Ava.
