Where else would she be, especially when she was under orders not to go anywhere unescorted until the Dante problem was dealt with?
Delilah looked up at the knock and frowned. As far as she knew, she wasn't expecting anyone yet. She tightened the sash to her houserobe and picked up a hunting knife. Not her first choice, but handling a bow in close quarters like the doorway was rather awkward and self-defeating.
"Who is it?" she asked as she stood up on bare toes to look out the tiny, round door window.