As he reached the top, he entered through the door of his room, closing it quietly behind him.
His gaze swept across the simple space, and then he smiled.
'Even though I've hardly used it, I still miss this room.'
Funny enough, the training room felt more like home to him than this one ever had. Especially after Anastasia stopped disturbing him to rest. He practically lived there now.
Still, as he looked at the clean, tidy space, he couldn't help but feel a hint of nostalgia. This was where he'd grown up. Where he'd awakened his bloodline. Where he'd awakened as a baby.
'Feels like so long ago.'
With a soft chuckle, Atticus sat on his bed, silently looking around.
Then, his eyes shifted to the door, landing on a faint shadow that flickered just past the frame.
And his smile widened.
"Hey."
The shadow froze, flickering slightly as if startled.
"I can see you, Arya," Atticus said casually.
