Raine stepped inside, moved clear of the swing of the door, and hesitated there. She'd left her staff in her room, judging she wouldn't need it, and without it she had no good idea what to do with her hands. When she caught herself folding her arms across her chest she firmed the line of her mouth, stood straight.

This was ridiculous. She was being ridiculous. For goodness' sake, this was Solomon; he already knew that which she least liked to see the light of day. "Primarily company, I think," she said, somewhat clearer now than she had been. "Being -- here -- should help in itself." Being near you. "The Dreaming threw me off-- I keep thinking I'm in Sylvarant or Tethe'alla again."