As they return to Silverwolf, it is to the sound of commotion! Hounds howl in welcome, and the thunder of hooves as the Thanes return to escort them home.
A light burns in the upper stories in Calanthe's chambers, and she watches from within. Whatever greeting or words she has for the returned lord, she keeps to herself for now.
A welcome awaits downstairs as well - as they approach the manor, a warmth glows from within, feeling as though a mighty hearth has been lit, as though the sun shines upon them, and that no harm could come. Marigold stands at the doorway, waving at them. "Come in, come in, all of you, out of the cold. "Oh, I know we are a Winter house, but you can scold me later." She fusses, as all are welcomed within.
Under the Yule star, and under Marigold's working, lit by the twinkle of decorations and lights, the warmth and protection of Vesta's blessing lays over the home for the night. It is a sacred, a sanctified space, a welcome space, not a feeling one may expect of an austere Ailil hold... but it welcomes, all the same. Restoration, rejuvenation, and safety.
And indeed, all are welcomed... the Combecatte Nocker from his carriage, the Gwydion Knight, the Baroness recently accused of attempted coups... who knows, maybe even a rare prodigal may have been welcomed within, had she snuck along.