Everybody was asleep so I had to go answer the knock at the front door.
Since the news of the princess's murder had been through each and every ear, I didn't need to worry much about getting caught. Slowly, I trotted towards the door and undid the latch. Opening it an inch, I looked through the little gap and asked, "Who is it?" in my most hoarsest voice.
"It's me."
Ah, that familiar, oh-so-husky voice I hadn't heard for a while. With a long, drawn out creak, I opened the door all the way and stood face to face with our visitor.
Reynard didn't look so good.
His usually messy hair looked deliberately disheveled this time, and his skin looked darker than usual. My mouth fell open with worry at the sunken eye-d creature that stood before me. Had he not been getting any sleep this past week?
"Hey," he said, looking down into my eyes with an unfocused gaze. "You've been doing okay?"
