Hold still- you really need to stop that. I am trying to...fine, fine. To the floor with you.

[ Zevran mutters as he pulls the door open, nudging Doghren away from the door with his boot. He's better than he was while ill, no longer feverish, no longer quite so bruised and aching. ]

Ah, Anders! DO come in. I was trying to sketch Doghren but she is being very stubborn.