The door dumped them back out behind the farmhouse a little before noon. The warm sea air hit Eren in the face like a wet towel after the cold of Evon.
He had a dead kobold's cloak full of cheap spears under one arm and a sack of cores in the other hand. Griks came through behind him still clutching Beska like a security blanket.
Emily was waiting on the back step because of course she was. She looked him over once, head to boots, checking for holes in him. She only let her shoulders down when she didn't find any.
"No holes." He dropped the spears on the step so he could pull her in by the waist. "Told you. Boring day."
Emily leaned into him for exactly two seconds, then pulled back and pointed at the bundle of spears on her clean step. "Those don't look boring."
"Yeah." He scrubbed a hand through his hair. "We need to talk about that. Where's Rosa? She's gonna want her notebook for this."
