The spirit fumbled, stammering and looking between him and the doorknob, before she seemed to gather herself. The smile she gave him was grateful, even as she stuttered her way through vocalising any meaning. Theo settled on giving her a quirk of a smile, not amused so much as supportive, knowing she was eager for her name and everything else he represented.
After a moment of gathering herself, she finally went through, and Theo reached for the door to open and pass over the threshold himself. On the other side of the door was a balcony of sorts, as he'd suspected, but it didn't take him long to realise it was actually the roof itself, retrofitted to work as a balcony. Without his coat, it was chillier than before, but nothing he couldn't handle.
As Priya clicked on the light, Theo glanced around. The only seating was some wooden garden chairs that looked to be missing their padding, so the Englishman kept to his feet for now. “Your name,” Theo prompted, getting right to it now that they were in private. “I take it you don't remember it properly?”
After a moment of gathering herself, she finally went through, and Theo reached for the door to open and pass over the threshold himself. On the other side of the door was a balcony of sorts, as he'd suspected, but it didn't take him long to realise it was actually the roof itself, retrofitted to work as a balcony. Without his coat, it was chillier than before, but nothing he couldn't handle.
As Priya clicked on the light, Theo glanced around. The only seating was some wooden garden chairs that looked to be missing their padding, so the Englishman kept to his feet for now. “Your name,” Theo prompted, getting right to it now that they were in private. “I take it you don't remember it properly?”