[ He steps to the side to let her in. The cabin is dark but clean and sparsely furnitured. There's a cold wood stove to the left, taking up most of the space in the kitchen nook. Living room straight ahead, if you can count a worn down couch and a wobbly coffee table a living room. Bedroom door to the left of that, closed for now, and straight through there's a door to the back porch.
Aidan looks better than last she saw him. All fingers intact, skin a healthy tan (for a ginger) and body fit the way you get when you chop woods and eat nothing but berries and fresh eggs. ]
If I knew you were comin', I could've made you somethin'.