Someone came out as if to attack in the night, causing Gerald to widen in surprise especially when he felt a hip drop on his lap, sinking and protruding, wanting to get closer to him. His teeth gritted as his hand tried to reach for his dagger but failed because the stranger stopped him.
Then a voice followed, "It's me." In a muffled whisper.
He frowned, challenging the dimness of the room by widening his pupils as much as he could, widening his eyes again when he saw a stranger intruding into his temporary residence. She was Wiggie, who was wearing her dark robe.
"You…" He couldn't keep up with what he was saying, too impressed or perhaps surprised. "How did you know I was here?"
