Lirriel closed the door of her room and sighed, leaning back against it, staring up at the ceiling before lighting the lamp. To her left was the empty armor rack Draulgos used when he stayed with her in the keep. She furrowed her brows and frowned, pushing away from the door to put her healing bag down, sorting the potions and tools from the surgery earlier, and the herbs from her evening lesson with Vetusunus. The familiar activity helped calm her.
After all, she was probably just being silly again, right?