[She really, truly needed to start answering the door with a knife. Or find her revolver already because this was. Terribly tense and uncomfortable and reminiscent of things she'd much rather put behind her for the entirety of her stay in the village.

...it wasn't a threat outright. And that makes it worse.]

Helios is out and about at the moment. But we may have a pitcher of that tea in the kitchen. I do not suppose I could have you wait out here while I fetch a glass.