Alcuin hadn't been sure if Eric would turn up, or just call. Or do anything at all really. He really was fine now, well except for the lingering effects of Eric's blood, which left him... a bit wired, a bit loose. It was a strange feeling.

He opened the door, wearing a pair of red silk pajama pants and a white robe.

"Eric," he said warmly. "Um. Is everything okay with... the girl?"