Theon was already waiting on the gravel driveway when Azaria pulled the car to a stop in front of the cabin. He jogged down the wooden steps of the porch with a broad smile on his face, opening Azaria's door before she could even unbuckle her seatbelt. The cool evening air rushed into the warm car, carrying the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the chimney.
"You made it," Theon said, reaching into the car to grab her hand and squeezing it gently.
"We did, and the traffic wasn't even that bad on the way out," Azaria said, stepping out of the vehicle and stretching her legs after the long drive.
