Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree Eva knocked on the door and then tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear with her free hand. The other hand was carrying breakfast, as promised. She'd even attempted a healthy twist on the dish - mostly for the sake of "wee" Kellan. The electrokine heard a familiar squeal from behind the door, and she smiled, eyes closing with fondness and also to the cold. Her hand raised to ring the bell again after a moment, but she heard footsteps, so she adjusted her hair some more. God, she'd missed his face... And his voice. The door brushed the threshold and her breath hitched.