If you like music while you read, try "Hello Lovely" by The Likes of Us. It speaks Tarkyn's heart perfectly for this scene!
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~ TARKYN ~
Stepping into his home was surreal.
As he walked her inside, closing the door behind them a little more firmly than was necessary, Harth stopped just three steps in from the door to turn a circle and take in his home—smiling—he looked too, trying to see it as she might.
Like most tree houses, the door opened directly into the living space. Tarkyn had his lower level separated between areas where he lounged and ate. To their right, a deep couch with thick arms that would easily accommodate a soldier's entire weary body had its back to them, alongside a thick chair with a low back sat at a corner to the couch, both facing a low, rectangular table and just feet from the fireplace that he only used in winter.