She hears him move closer to the door, and she tenses, worrying that he might try to push it open. But he only stops and speaks through it. Her shoulders relax again, but not the tight knot in her stomach.

"I think so. I might be," she answers back. A lie, but one made out of kindness. But he offers to stay the night, and she worries about that. "You don't have to stay. I'll be alright. I'll go to bed early and get some rest. You don't need to worry."