Overtures
Marlow was a solitary person by nature. While at the Defenders compound, she practiced her magic and observed her new companions. They were quite a bit different than the demons of the Dark Dimension. They were tight-knit group, which she admired a lot. Little by little, she was learning their quirks while she waited to find out why this group of people would be important in a future event.

Svalin had been a good choice as a roommate for her. The Asgardian was quiet and didn't complain when Marlow's head was in another space and she neglected to pick up some item she left lying around their small cottage. Capitalizing on the newly acquired information that Svalin loved chocolate as much as she did, Marlow began making hot chocolate each evening in the tiny kitchen before bed and offering it to the other woman when she came in to go to bed.

Tonight was no different. Tiny pinpoints of light darted around the cottage kitchen and Marlow hummed a tune and poured milk into pan on the unlit stove. She didn't bother with turning on the heat, magic did a much better job of warming the milk as she poured in the chocolate syrup.