Elowen's POV
Two hours after I closed my door, I heard footsteps in the corridor.
They were unhurried and even. I heard his door open and close, and then a minute later the footsteps came back and stopped outside mine with two knocks.
I had showered. My hair was still damp and I hadn't bothered with a robe, and the thin nightgown I was wearing left most of my shoulders bare. Wet strands clung to my neck, and I could feel the cold of them tracking down toward my collarbone. My eyes were probably still red. I answered the door anyway.
He took one look at me and looked away. "Put something on. Dry your hair."
"I will." I leaned against the doorframe and glanced back at the window, where the last of the fireworks were still going up in slow bursts over the garden. "Did you need something?
