The breakfast table settled into a comfortable rhythm after that as Jax continued to eat at an unhurried pace, his posture relaxed in a way only rare mornings allowed.
One elbow rested loosely near the table while he casually took another bite of the fruit salad, the combination of sweet mana-fruit and crisp crystal citrus refreshing in a way that was almost absurdly fitting for the Witch Dimension.
As he was eating, a soft rustling sound came from the bed. The laughter of the nearby Witches faded almost instantly as everyone noticed.
Tiny movement beneath the blanket as they all looked, hearing a small yawn. Then a sleepy purple-haired head slowly lifted from the pillows.
Seraphina blinked several times, still visibly caught between sleep and waking. Her eyes moved slowly across the treehouse, looking at the breakfast table, the witches, and finally Jax.
Her face brightened immediately as she saw him, "Jax…"
Her voice was small and warm with sleep.
