[She's answered by a yeti-groan of exasperation from beyond the door. Evan had already been up and coming to open it when she'd hollered.] Hang on.
[A moment later he yanks the door open halfway and steps back. The curtain is drawn, the lights are all off except the one on his desk, which is pointed low at his desk so there isn't much glare to speak of. The little hearth his chosen room has has a fire in it, but again, it's low.
And Evan is still wearing his eyepatch. With even his good eye squinting at the glare from the hallway, he beckons her in.]
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[A moment later he yanks the door open halfway and steps back. The curtain is drawn, the lights are all off except the one on his desk, which is pointed low at his desk so there isn't much glare to speak of. The little hearth his chosen room has has a fire in it, but again, it's low.
And Evan is still wearing his eyepatch. With even his good eye squinting at the glare from the hallway, he beckons her in.]
Close the door behind you?