[ Sturmhond opens the door, assuming that it’s her since who else would it be. He’s smiling when he answers it, but then he takes a look at her, and that’s far from the happy expression he’d been expecting.

Immediately his eyebrows twitch into a frown, and he jerks his head to usher her inside. ]

Come in. What’s the matter?

[ Then a pause. ]

Is something burning?