The unexpected knocking startled her from the scene. She pulled her robe closed and tried in vain to comb her hair with her fingers to look somewhat presentable. Who on earth would be seeing her at this hour anyway? Someone must have heard her cries, and she cursed herself for a moment of weakness.
She moved to the door and slowly opened it a crack as she looked around the edge.
"Yes? Who is it?"
Seeing Warren there she closed the door again and turned about, searching for words. What could he possibly be doing here at this hour? Why did she have to be in this current state? Why did she just close the door on him?
She turned back and opened the door again, letting it swing back.
"S-ser Castille. Shouldn't you be home at this hour?"
She moved to the door and slowly opened it a crack as she looked around the edge.
"Yes? Who is it?"
Seeing Warren there she closed the door again and turned about, searching for words. What could he possibly be doing here at this hour? Why did she have to be in this current state? Why did she just close the door on him?
She turned back and opened the door again, letting it swing back.
"S-ser Castille. Shouldn't you be home at this hour?"
