She was glad he hadn't questioned when she'd asked if she could come in. If he'd ignored her, she'd have stayed in the hall, but with his permission she'd be safe from harm.
"Thank you," she smiled, moving to sit down by him on a stool. She looked her age of seventeen, but somehow far older and younger at the same time. Her manner betrayed her as older, but sometimes she seemed younger because of a certain loneliness.