Everything was alright.
Alexander was fine, Wilbur was fine—everything was fine.
It was almost like someone had flipped a switch, everything just fell into place and seemed to work out in the end, it was magical. Both Hester and Alexander couldn't explain it, even as they walked up the stairs to the main floor of the house—it started to really feel like home.

"Hello mate," Hester said cheerfully, Wilbur getting hastily up from the floor drawing barreling over to hug Hester.

"I missed you too." He said calmly

Rubbing Wilbur's back, even as he clinged on to Hester's leg like a lifeline squishing his face into the cloth of his pants and cloak that wrapped around him. He heard Alexander from behind him put his bag and axe away, weaving around the two of them trying to get to the ladder, Hester was about to let him go but,

Wilbur grabbed him as he walked by, the cuff of his sleeve pulling on it as much strength as a child could muster, none. Alexander turned, him seeming to be just as startled as Hester was. "Why don't you stay down for a bit?" Hester said quietly, looking at Alexander—Wilbur had clearly missed both of them greatly, Alexander stared slightly confused for a moment then said.

"I would like that very much."

And just like that.

Everything was perfect.

Hester started on making food immediately, as Alexander stayed with Wilbur to watch him. They were all in the same cramped room, but finally they were all together in it, physically and mentally Alexander was acknowledging Hester and in turn so did he, and Wilbur—Wilbur seemed over the moon to finally have company with him again, he went to bed with Hester and in the morning he was gone—Hester will make sure it never happened again.

The evening was spent telling stories and having warm food as the wind blew whipping around the house. The cold weather seemed to angrily bite at the walls but inside the fire crackled flickering with wood, worked far too hard for just to be used now—but it seemed all worth it. The flames ricocheted off the glass windows and the eyes of Wilbur, making the yellow honey colour turn into a brilliant orange as Alexander sat next to him, obeying to every single command Wilbur wanted, even as Hester half-heartedly joked about him becoming spoiled.

"Hester, where did you put all of Wilbur's drawings?"

Alexander asked simply, cutting short a comment Hester made to tease Alexander's 'unhealthy addiction to reading' as he put it. "Uh, should be right over there," He said, not even glancing behind him, pointing towards a table, then reiterating "Under the book, I think."

Alexander found them immediately, shuffling through the loose parchments cross legged on the floor with Wilbur looking over his shoulder like a vulture—until making a sound of protest when he went past the one he wanted Alexander gave the drawing and was about to put the rest away when something caught his eyes on the page—a small circle with a sword in the middle, and with two very detailed wings to each side of it—it didn't look like something Wilbur could draw but Alexander still couldn't help but be in a slight amount of awe of the details in it.

"Wilbur, how did you make...