Bail was quick to get to the door when Ben arrived, but not as quick as his daughter. She was just a few seconds ahead of him.
So it was Elizabeth who actually opened the door.
Dark hair, dark eyes, she was very clearly Bail’s daughter. And of course, the same girl that featured in most of the family pictures scattered throughout Bail’s home.
“Are you Ben?” she asked, looking up at him. Was it skepticism in her expression or curiosity? At the least, she didn't appear outwardly hostile.
Bail entered the scene at this point. He pulled the door wider, smiling at Ben to reassure him. “Yes, this is Ben. Ben, this is Elizabeth.”
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So it was Elizabeth who actually opened the door.
Dark hair, dark eyes, she was very clearly Bail’s daughter. And of course, the same girl that featured in most of the family pictures scattered throughout Bail’s home.
“Are you Ben?” she asked, looking up at him. Was it skepticism in her expression or curiosity? At the least, she didn't appear outwardly hostile.
Bail entered the scene at this point. He pulled the door wider, smiling at Ben to reassure him. “Yes, this is Ben. Ben, this is Elizabeth.”