Regina blocks the front door.
Someone is knocking but Regina — wiry yet tall — is blocking the entranceway.
“Regina?” Aster asks. If it is the boy from the butcher asking them to pay their bill then she may as well count out the money now rather than having to chase hither and thither searching for him.
Regina stretches her arms out so that the fabric of her tunic billows to the sides. Who is there?
“Regina please step aside.”
The older woman begins one of her mumbles and Aster just hopes she is not invoking the Almighty’s wrath against their hapless visitor. Aster glares. Regina steps aside.
