His kiss is lovely and warm. "You do," she hums, holding out her hands for Tim to take. "And toast, and tea. So! Get yourself awake, run to the toilet if you must, but be quick about it." Sasha can't really recall the the last time she'd been so thrilled for Christmas morning. Last year had been a rough go of it all, her trying to figure out her place in this brave new world, as it were. So much has happened, not all great, but she'd not trade it for anything.

This? This is home.