She searched his eyes very quickly before answering. Hild was trained to look, to see, to notice things and know things because of them. With Derek, it was different. The wolf-strength of his body hid so much that would be obvious on another man. But his eyes were just as expressive as any, maybe more so.

He was tired. She felt it less, but she knew that tiredness. But he was also genuinely pleased to see her.

She smiled gently and accepted the invitation, entering his home. "Thank you," she said. "I do not interrupt any thing?"