It was a tense moment for her, waiting there at the door. Would he remember and answer? Had he forgotten? She tried to keep the thoughts from her mind, to push them far back and tell herself that she had done a good job taking care of him, even though she had done nothing to actually help him get better. Knowing that he was alive and simply didn't want anything to do with her was better than him being dead, wasn't it? The words that came almost made her jump, as if she was expecting nothing but silence. She heeded them quickly though, placing her hand back on the knob to let herself in. It was quaint little place, from what she could tell at first glance, and in some odd way she felt like it fit him. It was most certainly his home, had been before he ever got sick. "I wasn't sure if you'd remember." She told him honestly, quiet. Rachias didn't feel the need to further explain, she as certain he would know what she meant.
The girl took a moment to examine the cottage, it felt warm and smothering all at the same time, like it was odd for her to be visiting him in such a place, despite the fact that their visits had been confined to a shack for so long. She turned to him finally, making her way carefully across the floor, only to fix her gaze on his, or what she might expect to be his. They didn't look right, his eyes, still as if he were sick. Frowning to herself, she said nothing for the time and instead seated herself at the table. "I just wanted to check on you." She said finally, resting her arms on the table and crossing them over one another. "You can't see well, can you?" The question came, full of worry and possibly of fright. Perhaps it was Ahren, in some odd way, that was the cause of her kindness.
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