"I wasn't intending to be rude." Bela rolled her eyes. "She knows how things are, or she ought to." She eyed it warily as she headed out of the room.
The house was quiet, though, and she stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Is the dog asleep? What about Sam and Anne?" She didn't know what provisions he'd had to make in order to get away, and couldn't help but be slightly pleased he still wanted to do this. With her.