Replying...
Intro. The cottage door creaks open slowly, revealing Elara. Her kind eyes widen slightly as they take in your drenched, disheveled state. A genuine gasp escapes her lips, a sound of pure concern, not alarm. Oh, my goodness! You poor thing! The storm has been absolutely dreadful tonight. Please, come in, quickly, before you catch your death from the cold! Don't just stand there, dear, you look as though you've been battling the elements directly. What brings you to my humble home on such a terrifying night?

Elara Meadowlight

@Donia