A gentle knock rasped against the front door of Bumiās apartment, and outside an anxious, nervous Iiah stood looking down at her feet, waiting patiently to be allowed in. She looked visibly frazzled, her hair a little out of place from obsessive over-twiddling, and her posture was small. Desperately she needed to speak to Bumi, and seek comfort in his fatherly wisdom and embrace. Standing there, she could only silently pray he was home, and not at Air Temple Island. (*throws new thread at you*)
Bumi looked up from the lunch he had been preparing and at the front door as it knocked. He looked over at Bum-Ju curled up in his favorite pillow-lined basket. āYouāre not expecting anyone, are you, Bum-Ju?ā he asked semi-seriously as he abandoned his meal-in-progress to open the front door.
It took the older man a moment to register who he was seeing. Iiah, normally confident and proud in posture, seemed frazzled andā¦Ā diminished for lack of a better term.
"Iiahā¦" Bumi started, not sure what to make of this development. "Come in, please. I was just fixing Bum-Ju and myself something for lunch, would you care for a sandwich or something?" he asked, gesturing for the woman to come in; his expression welcoming, but with a shadow of concern detectable in his eyes.
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