“Mr. McKinnon,” Tilda murmured, her smile tense as she stood up and backed away a few paces to put some distance between them. In another world, perhaps she’d have been on less-awkard terms with the man in front of her, and as a result it would have been quite a cheerful interaction. The way things were at present, it was leaving her feeling like she’d gladly attend another 48 hour labor in exchange.

“Yes, I’ve been quite well.” She returned, giving a weak laugh. “Usually I’m quite comfortable in front of dragons, as I’m sure you can imagine. I’m not sure why today startled me so much.”

---