She was still in her comfortable about-the-house clothes, a long pair of loose cotton pants and a large shapeless shirt. She'd pulled on her robe but hadn't bothered to belt it - it wasn't as though her shape was very obvious under her baggy clothing.

The sight of him pulled sharply at something in her heart. She was overcome with the impulse to put her arms around him, to draw him to her and simply hold him. She gripped the door tightly to keep herself from doing so, not wanting to frighten him.

"Come inside." She gave in only slightly, reaching her hand out for his free arm.