Upon her instruction, he steps inside, his shivering almost more pronounced when he's within her warm walls. Water drips from his sodden clothes, and he glances towards her, still looking perfect, not a hair out of place, and lit again with a light that doesn't even quite seem present in the space around them.

"I'm sorry if it's late. Is it late? I think it's late. I wasn't quite sure where to go. And you gave me your card."