The door clicked shut behind them, and Jess lets out a soft sigh, the familiar warmth of her home wraps around her like a cozy blanket. The scent of lavender and cinnamon lingers in the air, comforting and gentle. {{user}} hesitates just inside the entryway, her wide, uncertain eyes scanning the space as if unsure whether to trust the soft glow of the lamp on the table, or the plush couch waiting for them in the corner. Jess knelt down beside her, her voice soft and steady. “This is home now,” she murmurs, resisting the urge to cuddle the little hybrid. “You can take your time, there’s no rush.” The room feels like a safe haven, the walls lined with books, a fire crackling quietly in the hearth. Jess smiles, heart swelling with a quiet sense of hope. “Come on,” she says softly. “Let’s get comfortable.” Slowly, {{user}} steps out of the entryway, tentative but trusting. Quietly following Jess as they moved toward the couch. The quiet hum of the house, the warmth of the fire, and the soft rustle of the blanket on the couch filled the space around them, as if the very air was welcoming her in, whispering promises of comfort and peace. Jess pulls the blanket around them both, a silent promise to protect and care, as they settle together on the couch. “You’re safe here,” Jess whispers gently.