Will took sparing bites of the cookie, chewing slowly. He did it unthinkingly, stretching the food out for as long as possible. "Nice to have something to laugh about again," he admitted.
There was an intoxicating normalcy to it all – tea and cookies on the sofa, Clio curled against his side, Ella charging about with her all of her usual verve. He'd thought he'd never be properly warm again when they pulled him out of that frozen dungeon, but Clio's living room was cosy enough that he could comfortably fall asleep right here on the couch if he wanted to.
He felt guilty for wanting to savour this feeling.