outside, headed directly to the fireplace.
With the wood they had gathered placed on the floor, they huddled close, absorbing the warmth that emanated from the crackling flames. Their small forms cast flickering shadows on the cabin walls.
Meanwhile, the woman and the man, perhaps accustomed to the routine of hosting unexpected guests during storms, ventured into the kitchen.
Xylon, lingering near the door, took the opportunity to scan the interior of the cabin with his discerning eyes.
The humble furnishings, the warmth of the fire, and the scent of a simple meal being prepared created an atmosphere that seemed to hold both the comfort of familiarity and the tension of the unknown.
A few minutes later, the man returned with his wife. She delicately balanced a plate with cups of tea as they approached Xylon. With a scared smile, she gestured towards the table, inviting him to take a seat.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. The storm can be quite unforgiving,"she said .
