The following morning found me sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning until a sharp knock at the door awakened me. Groggily, I stumbled out of bed, rubbed my bleary eyes, and threw on a dress and my cloak before crossing the room and cracking the door.
"Morning, Starlight," Sorrin said, bright and cheerful despite the morning hour. "Sleep alright?"
I answered with a noncommittal shrug and opened the door, falling onto the bed and yawning. He slipped into the room with a nervous glance behind him and closed the door, quickly sweeping his eyes around the room. The sudden move startled me, and I found my tail sweeping across the bed nervously. I knew he had no ill intentions, but it was the first time in a long time since I'd been alone with a man in a closed room, the feeling sending a thrill of uncertainty through me.
