Schwellenangst

"Here you are." Said a drawling voice from the corridor outside.

Melian started and turned. There was a shadow in the doorway. The shadow moved and she sighed in relief at the sight of Zander. He was all tousled brown hair and green eyes as sharp as glass. "How is it going between Lady Evangeline and Mr. Winterlight?" Melian inquired, tossing her sweat-cloaked hair back.

Melian made a face when Zander seemed surprised. "You sent Lady Evangeline to his room last night, aren't you?"

Zander nodded. "I'm hoping they are able to sort untangle things between them."

"It's uncanny of you of doing sensible things." Melian chortled.

"I ought you to think differently of me, Melian." Zander said. "I could be a pretty sensible man."