Droln/Lilia (I know, I love these two)

She could have sworn she heard a pounding on the hall door. And there it was again. It couldn't be the wind, though the rain smattered glass, thunder, and lightning stirred the worlds of light and sound. She tied on her night robe and slipped into the main hall, unhooking a lantern from the wall as she passed. She unbolted the great wooden door and started to heave it open when the outsider helped her out and pushed, coming in. She shut the door behind him as he shook the water from himself. Turning to him, she recognized his face.

"Captain Droln?" She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. Three thirty in the morning.

"I don't know where she is," the captain panted.

"Who?" Lilia knew, but she was stalling.
She took his cloak from him, hanging it on a hook and putting on a kettle for tea.
"Spenfalla. She ran away." He gratefully accepted the hot beverage she gave him, shivering a little.
"I know."