She laughed, leaning forward, her nose brushing against his. "You made fun of my height. I'm not the rude one here."
"Hm. No, actually. I might grab some lockpicks before tomorrow, but I think carrying too much might be a problem."
"Don't be frightened," she told him. "I'll be right here. In 48 hours, I'll be in your bed right next to you. Don't worry."
Ophelia pulled her hood up, sticking her hands in her pockets. She stood at the door, waiting for Abel.