Eren stepped out of the bathroom and into the familiar hallway of his old family house.
The transition always made his ears pop. He took a deep breath, letting the faint smell of old dust, wood polish and Rosa's floral shampoo ground him. The house was quiet and completely lacked the background hum of the Evon forest but it felt incredibly safe.
He walked down the wooden stairs to the living room and the first thing he noticed was the glowing television screen. Five elderly elves sat on the floral sofa and the carpet, staring at a nature documentary with absolute focus. The cursing old elf pointed at a lion chasing a zebra on the screen and muttered something in Elvish about poor hunting tactics and lazy beasts. They didn't understand the language of the loud box but they were completely mesmerized by the moving pictures.
Rosa sat at the old dining table behind them with two spiral notebooks open in front of her and a pen tucked behind her ear.
