She engulfs herself within the reading to the point that she physically startles as a rock taps at her window. She is delighted to see Fenrir from below. He levitates to her room and he envelopes her into a crushing embrace. She inhales his scent: musk, dirt, and alcohol. He leans down, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His gentle breathing mollifies her, subduing all anxiety she holds toward tomorrow’s search.