Dulce cleared his throat in the face of her unabashed gratitude, wondering whether he should remind her that it was his fault that her shop was in such a state. "Of course, it's only right."
Moira sighed in relief, picking her way through the chaos. She had already been brainstorming how she would explain things to her father, he might have hit her for real if she had gone crying to him about the ruined shop.
She led him even deeper inside the shop, stopping at the end of a hallway that led to nowhere, nothing but neatly lined black wood to be seen.
The witch didn't slow down despite this, walking right through the wall. The wood seemed to wobble for a bit, showing that it was merely an illusion. On the other side was a rustic living room, it was cloudy outside but the room was suffused with light.
