Going through the transformation, Katerina's energy was drained as she passed out. Before her fragile body could hit the floor, Evander was quick to hold her. Picking her up in his arms with a frown and tingling sensation in his body, he carried her out of the sacred triangle into his secret attic situated somewhere in the middle of the woods.
The attic was clear and clean, light cascades in from a vaulted ceiling, the beams meeting in a series of arches. The roof had a gothic twirl and in it were cut six round small windows, shafts of light coming through just the same as the brilliant beams in a forest. On closer inspection the floor was quite worn under the dust layer as nobody went there in decades. There were square indentations from chair legs and larger ones more fitting for table
