A while later, another knock came on Géta’s door. He shifted to eye the panel, wary now because of Asthané’s visit. The Mage could have returned. Why, he couldn’t fathom, but he didn’t fancy the idea of opening the door. Still, when the knock came once more, he got up to do so.
Shélan smiled at him. “Hello, Géta.”
Unable to restrain his joy at seeing the Priest, Géta opened the door and beckoned him in. “Hi, Shélan! I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Why ever not? Did you think I could forget you?”
The tease made him bob his head, cheeks warming. “A little.”
“Well, you made quite an impression upon me, young man. May I sit?”