“Oh, hey.” Sable greets you as you walk through the door and throw your bag down after an exhausting day.

“I made tea.” She smiles a little awkwardly at you, still getting used to sharing her space with someone again ever since Mikaela.

You liked Sable, her humor could be a little sinister sometimes and she watched an alarming amount of horror films but you got along and you could tell she was trying with you even if she did have to take down her odd collection of framed dead bugs.