As Serah stepped into the cabin, the warmth of the hearth embraced her like a gentle welcome. Billy, ever the composed host, turned toward Marcus with a small motion of his hand.
"Take the lady's things to one of the rooms," he said calmly.
Marcus gave a lazy salute. "Aye, aye, old man."
Serah watched as Marcus carried her luggage down the hallway, his wolf, Loki, padding behind him like a silent guardian. Once he was out of sight, Billy gestured toward a cozy corner where a small table sat beside the fireplace.
"Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable."
Serah nodded politely and lowered herself into one of the soft cushioned chairs. Her gaze flicked briefly across the room—the polished oak furniture, the shelves lined with books and maps, and the soft crackle of the fire casting golden light across the walls.
"Tea?" Billy asked, his tone courteous yet warm as he held a small wooden tray with two cups of steaming brew.
