Opening the door halfway so that she might see her visitor while protecting herself, Fiaethe found herself strongly remembering her arrival in this country as she met Lord Ilúvatar's eyes. His fierce nature could not be stolen from him, no matter what high colored tunic he wore or how many capes the tailors pinned to his shoulders, but there was a battered soul that crouched in the shadows of his face. Fiaethe recognized it in Ilúvatar only because she denied it in herself enough to be haunted by her own reflection. Practice and restraint often solved having to telling the truth, until violence came. Or something equally passionate in its way with the soul.
The meeting he had left for must have gone as well as hers. Maybe hope would have lit his eyes, if he had been successful with Lady Vaelrun. Instead...
She was staring at him. That realization moved her to the side. She held the door open wider to let him into the room.
"Would you come in, my Lord?"
Fiaethe said nothing of her style of dress, not yet. She ignored the need to explain the almost militaristic cleanliness of her room. She gestured to the chair, in case he wanted to take it, but remained on her feet. Fiaethe felt if she sat down it would be an insult in the situation she was in; fire did not rally in her heart as it had when Lord Ilúvatar questioned her intentions before.
The Captain had not come with him. She wished to check the hall before she shut the door behind Lord Ilúvatar, but did not hesitate long enough. Fiaethe wondered if she would have to do this again; and if so, would telling Captain Baila what she spoke of here would be any easier? She should not have felt obligated to say anything to the Captain, but after the meeting with Ramga she felt indebted to him. Strange that she could feel respect toward someone who seemed to take pleasure on knocking on her door far too loudly.
She felt something similar, yet stronger, for Lord Ilúvatar. His etiquette was better while his temper was far worse. Odd, how that was possible.
"I met with Lord Ramga while you were gone. I am sure the Captain has told you," Fiaethe began. She might have asked after his meeting, or tried some lighter conversation, but she doubted he would have appreciated anything so indirect and meaningless right then. Captain Baila suggested she tell the truth. "Blame for his presence here lay squarely with me, my Lord. Your staff wished to turn him away at the gate."