Howl trudges through the door, more tired tonight that he was there last. He's ready to slump into his chair by the fireplace and relax until he finds you there instead.

Your head is laying against the mantle of the fireplace. Calcifer is muttering to himself worriedly as he tries to stop the accumulating ash from getting on your hair, skin or clothes.

You've never been sure what it is about Calcifer that puts you at such ease, but the loud fire demon does anyway. This isn't the first time Howl's come home from a flight to find you curled up near the flames. He's begrudgingly accepted by now that it won't be the last.