Rebekah actually jumped at the sound of her name, his voice, and inwardly cursed herself for doing so. It was the first time since turning her emotions back on that she had actually heard him, and she had to will herself to not just bolt. Even so, her body was still tense, her knuckles white as she gripped onto the mug. And she had to take a deep breath before she turned to look at him.
But she still couldn't quite look him in the eyes, her own reddened from tears and a lack of sleep. Really, she hadn't slept in fifty years, and wasn't that a weird thought. With her emotions off, she had needed to be awake to stay ahead of her hunting brothers, and now... now she couldn't stand to even close her eyes, let alone let sleep come and claim her.
"Hi."
Her voice was soft, tentative. She made herself uncurl her legs to turn on the windowsill to actually face him, though she stayed at the other side of the room. Turning was okay, standing up was a bit too much to ask for.
Silence lingered for a moment, Rebekah just didn't know what to say or do or think. A couple of times she tried to say something, awkwardly half shrugging before giving up and closing her mouth again. Eventually, all she could manage was a quiet "Do you want to come in?" She made a vague gesture of invitation, chewing nervously on her lip.