who; @the-shield-and-sword . ♡ where; The Wandering Thistle .
Their home gets warmer with him in it, she thinks. To her, she imagines it's the pieces of Granny that she'd left behind recognizing a familiar face at the door, and inviting him in. Though the older woman isn't here to do so, Allie's smile is welcoming enough, and she's willing and able, nurtured into having an identical hospitable spirit. Really, she's wondering if Thalorien has ever been here before, and dedicating herself to making sure he knows he can always come back.
Or, at least, she's dedicated the morning. When Thal arrives, she swears she can feel him there, greeting him with a smile that she hopes is as warm as what she's got in the oven. " Hi, oh, thank you for coming! " She got the sense he was sort of ... nervous about it, maybe, or perhaps just apprehensive. Allie doesn't begin to understand, but she supposes it's from a time before her.