Eren woke up with Griks sleeping in the corner of the living room and Rosa sleeping on the couch three meters away from her.
The kobold had curled into a ball against the wall with her injured leg stretched out. Rosa had her notebook open on her chest and a pen still in her hand. She'd been writing something about patrol routes before passing out.
Emily was already up. He could hear her in the kitchen making breakfast and the smell of Evon bread mixed with something herbal hit his nose. She must have gone to Lyra's bakery before sunrise because the bread was fresh and still warm.
He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen doorway.
Emily stood at the counter with her back to him. Her hair was down and messy from sleep and her sleeping gown hung loose off one shoulder. She was cutting fruit with a small knife and her hips moved slightly while she worked.
