On the dot, exactly five minutes had run by before a new knock landed on Arabella's door. Only that time around, they asked and waited for permission to be granted in order to enter.
"Arabella?" Katherine's voice came tame, "May I come in?"
"Yes, of course," the young woman dug her nose out of the book it was buried into, always standing up to greet anyone that would come through the door.
Katherine held a silver tray that carried two small teacups upon its surface, "I thought it was a bit early for you to head to bed, so I brought some tea to keep us cozy if you don't mind my company," she smiled warmly.
"Thank you. It is truly kind of you," Arabella smiled back, "And of course I appreciate your company,"
The vampire neared the table, placing the tray on it. As she did, her eyes lingered on the open anthology facing Arabella, "I see you are still reading those poems,"
"I turn to the most familiar ones for comfort, to be frank," her fingers grazed the open page gently.
