As they stepped inside, Eilika was greeted by a warm, cozy interior. Two comfortable chairs and a low coffee table sat near the window, while a large bed occupied the opposite side of the room.
The pattering of the rain against the roof filled the space, creating an immediate sense of seclusion.
Damian had already moved to the bed. He lay across the edge, his feet still resting on the floor as he stared up at the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling. "Come here," he said softly. "The sound of the rain is best from right here."
Eilika hesitated for only a second before joining him. she settled onto the mattress, mirroring his position, and let her eyes drift shut.
The steady, percussive beat of the downpour against the shingles brought a sudden, profound peace to her mind. It was a soothing sound, one that made her feel as though she could drift into a deep sleep right then and there.
