My parents have headed to my childhood bedroom and Lily has brought us blankets and pillows, trying to make sure we’re comfortable.
“We usually just let the fire die out overnight, but if you’re cold you’re welcome to keep feeding it,” she tells us and Seth has a look on his face that tells me he’s never had to feed a fire. To be fair though, neither have I, though I’m sure I can handle it.
“Thank you, Lily.” I tell her, taking the blankets from her. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine.”
“I feel bad leaving such a large wolf to sleep on the couch, but I don’t think any of you men would fit on that couch well,” she tells Seth with a bit of a grin. She’s right, they’re all taller than the couch is long. I'm sure he'll survive for one night
She leaves us alone and I move to place the pillo
