Morning light had only begun reaching through the guest room curtains when Lancet woke and dragged himself out of bed. He opened the door intending to search the corridor for a bathroom, only to find Opaline standing directly outside with one hand.
It looked like she was about to knock, or she had just been resting her hand on the door while listening to him sleep. He didn't know which.
She yelped and jumped back, her bright blue hair shifting around the shoulders of a soft morning dress as she stared at him with wide golden eyes.
Lancet blinked the sleep from his face, almost startled himself. But in order to make her not feel nervous or guilty, he smiled. "Good morning. Is there a problem?"
Opaline's hand remained suspended between them for another second before she lowered it and returned his smile with far more nerves than confidence. "Uhm… can I talk to you?"
Lancet raised an eyebrow. 'What does she want to talk about that can't wait until after six in the morning?'
