Catharine had just set the spits over the fire and a pan under them to catch any savory juices that might drip from them when she heard the weak knock on the door. The breathlessness of the voice alarmed her as usually nobody came to her in a rush unless somebody had been hurt or their general health was severely damaged. The low knock was either out of polite respect or was merely because they could not manage to knock harder.
“I’m coming, dear!†she called out, trotting across the room at a brisk pace. As she opened the door, she put her left arm into a large pocket on the side of the coat out of habit. She looked up to the tall Au Ra man and gave him a warm smile in spite of her growing concern. Being in the business for so long never diminished how much you could get worried over others, she swore it may have made her even more fretful over time.
“What do you need, hon?†she asked the robed man in her sunny voice, looking somewhere at his face.
“I’m coming, dear!†she called out, trotting across the room at a brisk pace. As she opened the door, she put her left arm into a large pocket on the side of the coat out of habit. She looked up to the tall Au Ra man and gave him a warm smile in spite of her growing concern. Being in the business for so long never diminished how much you could get worried over others, she swore it may have made her even more fretful over time.
“What do you need, hon?†she asked the robed man in her sunny voice, looking somewhere at his face.
