It was warm inside the cottage, and a particular sort of cozy Padma had yet to strike within Robinswood. She liked it immediately.
Sarah seemed involved in her greetings and dispensing of comforts, and so Padma let her finish, smiling softly in what she hoped was an encouraging fashion. Her nod to Morgan was a warm one as she sat down in a chair beside the coffee table, her satchel of books wedged between her body and the cushioned side.