Days had gone by, and before he knew it, weeks had too. Sif had been comfortable in his new home, learning about the area and accompanying Shira to do small tasks. The red mantibab didn't want to push Sif just yet, his injuries had yet to heal. So, most of his time was resting in the makeshift bed beside the hearth. That was his space, for now. Shira had been cleaning out a side room, and he wondered if they would move him into there. It was a selfish thought, but... one he wished.
One...