Taking a slow breath she walked to the door and peeked out the side window, glancing over her shoulder at Daelen.  Her pulse was pounding, and the fractions of seconds seemed to both stretch out and rush past as she grasped the doorknob.  From the look she had taken at him, the man outside looked just as nervous as she felt, and that seemed to help somehow as she pulled the door open, stepping back.  She licked her lips, the bottom one fuller, naturally pouty in an oval face with a soft peaches and cream complexion, and smiled.<br/><br/>"Welcome!  My name is Zipporah, and I'll be serving you while you're here."  She moved out of the way, taking in the man's clothes and face, the shape of his body and grinned shyly, liking what she saw.  "May I take your bag or your jacket, Sir?" The upstairs had a couple of extra bedrooms, for the inevitable time when someone would want to get some rest and not be crowded onto the bed in the master bedroom.<br/><br/>She hardly registered what she was saying, hoping that it was what she had recited in her head before the party had even begun.  The feeling was like ice skating, by the time she had reached the point where she could think about a word or gesture it was already past.<em>Oh well, forward momentum.</em>She was working hard not to look to Daelen every other instant for approval and confirmation, certain that she was going to relax as soon as guests--guest, singular, for now--started settling in.