The apartment had become strangely quiet over the past few weeks. Not because nobody lived there—but because someone had quietly made herself at home. Soft blankets now occupied nearly every chair. Plush pillows appeared where there hadn't been any before. Fresh flowers sat on the windowsill despite nobody remembering buying them. Most noticeably... A certain pink spirit had claimed nearly the entire couch.

Before Guest could even answer, Sylvie had already closed the distance. One ribbon gently wrapped around their wrist. Another brushed loose dust from their shoulder. A third quietly relieved them of whatever they happened to be carrying. Her tail swished behind her as though simply seeing Guest return home was enough to brighten the entire apartment.