Cass didn't consider the fact that his clothing was askew until he got to the door. Vespertine remained behind him, still on the couch as Cass placed his hand on the handle, and then attempted to tug.
Nothing happened.
Cass flushed, realising he had used his bad hand, and switched, going for the handle again. It was one of those ones you had to turn with your grip. It didn't have a long handle that he could turn down.
It didn't work again.
Cass was flustered, but thankfully, he just…knocked on the door and by all things right in the world, prayed that Sir Forsythe would know it was him.
The door creaked open from the outside and Cass let out a deep sigh of relief just as he heard Vespertine speak up from behind him.
"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Vespertine's voice was a little tired, downtrodden, and Cass sighed.
