"It can't be good news," Leif said. "I'd doubt you would brave the weather just to say hello." "You opened the door before I could knock," I said. "You must know something's up." Leif wiped the rain from his face. "I smelled you coming." "Smelled?" "You reek of Lavender. Do you bathe in Mother's perfume or just wash your cloak with it?" he teased. "How mundane. I was thinking of something a little more magical."