He finds the little empath curled like a cat in the sun on a comfortable looking chaise glider. A half filled clear glass mug sits next to her, the tea a deep shade of rose. Her shoes, heeled sandals, are off and laying haphazardly beside her.
The Lulu dress had been replaced will a pair of denim cutoffs, and a red off the shoulder tee. Her nose is buried in a book. Closer inspection reveals that it's a copy of William Shakespeare's compiled works. It's a well loved copy, but carefully taken care of. It's also written in a language other than English.