[It takes an extra few moments for an answer to come, but the door does open and there stands L'Arachel, all proud and puffed out as one would expect of her, like the events of the past couple of days just. didn't happen.]

Knoll, what a pleasant surprise! Was there something you needed of me, or did you simply wish to see my lovely visage?

[for god's sake l'arachel you're a candidate to kill a man tomorrow]