The brisk winds of a waning winter followed her heels as the young healer slipped past quaint vendors selling trinkets and coffee and roasted chestnuts outside her apartment building. London yawned awake lethargically on an early Sunday morning, but Tamsin knew that soon the nearby farmers' market would be bustling full of housewives and out-of-town visitors alike.
Which was why she, clever her, had endured the crisp morning to beat the queue to purchase some fresh pastries and scones for her sleeping guest.
Even if he would have rather she stayed in bed.
And judging by the bleak, monotonous grayish-white sky, so would she.
The witch wasted no time in climbing the stairs to her floor with the bag of pastries clutched close to her chest. She waved on her radio the moment she stepped through the front door, allowing a light stream of classical music to interrupt the otherwise quiet London apartment. Tamsin set down her bounty to fill the kettle and place it on the stove before she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck.
Scarf, coat, jumper, and pants were discarded in turn in a trail making its way to the bedroom as the blonde-haired woman weaselled herself back under the blanket, instinctively seeking out the nearest source of heat.
"Oh, you are so warm."