She looked up sharply as she heard a knock, wondering who it could be.  Anyone they knew would have treated the house as their own, come right in...  She stood from her brother's bedside, wiping her hands on an apron around her waist.  Her hand rested on her staff, laid to rest carefully by the door, as she opened it to see HIM of all people outside and waiting.  "Wh-what...  What are you doing here," she asked, supprised at his presence.  She couldn't help but blush profusely at seeing him - not to mention be worried over his promise if she hadn't come.  Some part of her STILL couldn't believe he had been serious.