They could run, play, and improvise magical contests without bothering anyone or getting scolded for the noise they made.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, sillies.” Elina kissed them both on the forehead. “I love spending time with Garrik and Ryla, and I understand that our home is too small to host the Ernas.

“I’m not blaming you for being wonderful friends to Jirni and Garrik. Even if there was no bounty on my head, if I had to choose between living in Lutia alone or at the Mansion with our family, I’d always pick the Mansion.”

Once they returned home, they faced the hurdle of space. The Fastarrows had gone to their own place, but there were still too many people. Elina could cook enough food for everyone, but there wouldn’t be enough space at the table to sit.

“Leave this to me.” Baba Yaga conjured a dimensional spell, tripling the size of the dining room.

“I got the rest.” Orion took chairs and tables out of his dimensional amulet and lined them up with the Verhen’s table.

“I won’t let you do everything by yourself, Elina.” Jirni shapeshifted his clothes into a day dress with an apron and walked toward the kitchen. “I’ve enjoyed your hospitality for too long. Please, allow me to return the favor.”