Mereavus was indeed rather stressed. Conflicting emotions tended to wreak havoc on her system. At the knock to her door, she looked up at it. Thomas. She did want to be alone, but she reasoned being anti-social was hardly going to help the situation.<br/><br/>"Come."<br/><br/>And one of her guards would open the door for him. She'd opened the balcony window despite the cool breeze, and glanced up from her thoughts once Thomas entered and the door had closed.<br/><br/>"Yes, Viscount?"<br/><br/>She had no idea what he wanted - she wasn't going to discuss much about the whole thing, likely. She had barely digested it all. Despite her involvement, the reality was keen; her best friend was gone. And she hadn't had the time to properly look it in the face and know it for what it was.