When she saw Merri was at the door, looking uncertain, she wiped the expression from her face and replaced it with a close approximation of her usual friendly smile. "Of course you're welcome," she told him even as he entered the room. "I told you you were, didn't I? I just thought you might be... someone else. My mistake - and my good fortune that you're here to keep me company." She didn't feel very social, but for the sake of a friend, she would try.
At his apology, she shrugged and gestured around the room. The vases were everywhere. "I won't feel the lack too keenly, I assure. I am glad you came." If anything, he looked almost as shaken as he had last night. He hadn't even blushed at the sight of her in a robe, a sure sign that something was wrong. Wil wouldn't have had time to remove all his inhibitions yet.
She approached him, took one of his hands in both of hers, squeezed. "An escape from the everyday?" she ventured.