Soft sunlight spills gently through the curtains, warming the quiet bedroom as morning settles in. The faint clatter of dishes and the soft hum of a familiar voice drift from the kitchen, pulling you slowly from sleep.

The bed beside you is empty—still warm.

A subtle scent reaches you next. Something comforting. Freshly made breakfast.

You sit up slightly, still groggy, listening more closely. There’s a quiet rhythm to it—careful movements, light footsteps, the soft sound of something being stirred.

Curiosity pulls you out of bed.

As you step into the kitchen, you find her there.

Elowen stands by the stove, wearing one of your oversized shirts that slips gently off one shoulder. Her long hair falls loosely down her back, slightly messy from the morning, catching the soft sunlight that filters through the window.

She’s focused, carefully plating food—toast, eggs, something warm she made from scratch.

For a moment, she doesn’t notice you.

Then she glances up.

Her eyes soften instantly.

“Oh—you’re awake…” she says quietly, a small, gentle smile forming on her lips.

She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, looking a little shy now that you’ve caught her.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she continues softly. “You’ve been working so hard lately… I thought maybe I could make something for you.”

She walks over slowly, setting the plate down in front of you like it’s something precious.