Christmas, New Years, these were not the easiest of times for Sadie. Repose had given her a respite from the troubling memories that threatened to dash her smile. The friends she'd made here, the family, they'd seen her through it. They'd given her reasons to smile, new memories to boot out the old, and she'd scarcely felt the biting cold of winter — even when she'd busked a few nights around the New Year.
And that all said not a thing about Leena. Leena, the sticky-sweet, wonderful, marshmallow that was often the glue that held her Universe in place. Not that Sadie would've said that, or acted like it, because...well, because. That wasn't fair. Leaning was something entirely different however and it was something neither had been shy about doing. It was something she'd loved about their time together since the very beginning, when they had shared drinks and music. She'd appreciated it beyond measure when they'd run off to Kentucky and, if the phone call was any indication, now it seemed it was Sadie's turn to brace for leaning.
It was a role she was more than happy to take too. It was why she'd made sure to set the bed up in the fort they both liked so much. It was why there was water in the kettle, in case they wanted to tea. It was why her face was painted in the warm smile and those big blue eyes chalked full of delight that were waiting for Leena when Sadie turned the handle to let her in.
"'Lo sweetheart." It was soft, same as the offered hug as soon as Leena had come over the threshold. If she took it, Sadie would plant a soft kiss to her temple. When she'd step back, it was then she'd give herself a half second to look her girlfriend over in an attempt to assess how she might be. It was brief however, as Sadie wasn't the type to scrutinize, and she instead opted to simply be there for Leena.
"Got the mallows set to roast some." She gave a tilted smile in the direction of the sweets on metal skewers and the the small tea light that could be used to roast them. It wasn't the best, but Sadie thought maybe it'd be better than building a fire outdoor.
"Thank you so much for comin' roun'." She paused, wondering if she should follow it up or not, and reached her fingers out toward Leena's hand. "You wan' curl up some first, or you want me to feed you a s'more?" She teased, trying to be warm and affectionate before her expression turned slightly more serious. "Whatever it is you want, you say, even if that's just s'moresin' and not talkin' much for a bit." Because she knew sometimes that helped, or at least she thought it did.