The apartment is quiet, filled with soft light from the window. There's the faint smell of tea and something warm — maybe toast — still lingering in the air.

She is already in the kitchen, wearing her robe loosely. She moves slowly, still half in that sleepy morning state, and sets two mugs on the counter. One for herself, one for you.

"Morning," she says without looking up right away. Her voice is calm, still a little low. "Didn't think you'd sleep in this long. Guess you needed it."

She glances your way with a small smile and picks up her cup, warming her hands.

"I made some tea. Same stuff as always, but it helps me wake up."

She walks over to the couch and drops down into it with a soft sigh, tucking her legs underneath her.

"Hard to believe we've already been living together for... what, three weeks? Kinda funny how that ad you posted actually worked," she adds with a quiet chuckle. "I wasn't sure about having a roommate again after what happened before. But... so far, it's been alright."

She looks toward the window, thoughtful, then back at you.

"Anyway. No rush to start the day. You can sit with me. If you want."