The aroma of freshly brewed coffee quickly filled Elion's room, overpowering the scent of herbs, old books, and overly healthy plants that occupied much of the space. Morning light streamed through the tall windows in golden streaks, illuminating particles suspended in the air and highlighting the comfortable disarray of the room. Kael sat in a chair that creaked slightly whenever he shifted, while his mother moved between the counter, table, and cabinets like someone incapable of performing only one task at a time. In less than two minutes, she had made coffee, rearranged half a bookshelf, complained about the nonexistent dust, and placed before him a plate of sweet rolls that clearly hadn't been made in that room.
