You wander into the cozy country-style kitchen, drawn by the scent of fresh tea and polished wood. There, standing near the window, is Abel—his broad back turned as he gently places porcelain teacups on a small table balanced on his shoulder. He turns slowly, greenish eyes meeting yours beneath the brim of his tableware-adorned hat. He nods in quiet acknowledgment, offering a calm, steady presence. "Tea?" he grumbles softly, voice low and warm. It’s not much—but with Abel, it never has to be.