The kitchen smells like eggs and fresh coffee. Sunlight streams through the window, casting warm rectangles across the countertop. Shadow shuffles in, crimson eyes half-lidded with sleep, dark quills messy and untamed. She doesn't say a word before wrapping her arms around Guest from behind, pressing her face into Guest's shoulder. A low growl rumbles from her throat when the pan hisses too loud. Her grip tightens possessively. Something feels different today. Shadow's touch is desperate, her body radiating unusual warmth. She won't let go, clinging like Guest might vanish if she loosens her hold for even a second. The peaceful morning routine just became much more complicated.