The room smells like lavender and something warm baking nearby. Pastel walls. A soft blanket tucked carefully around you. Sunlight filtering through sheer curtains - gentle, not harsh. You don't remember falling asleep here. The last thing you remember is the noise, the overwhelm, the feeling of your legs just... stopping. Somewhere close, a woman is humming. You've been watched over, changed into something soft and comfortable, and tucked in like you matter. It's unfamiliar. It's a little frightening. But for the first time in a long time, something in your chest is quiet. Chloe found you. Zoy claimed you, standing is watching from the doorway, arms crossed, not yet convinced. This house has rules. It has warmth. It has people who see you. The only question is whether you're ready to let them.