Xavin

Xavin had been invited, the first time she and Hurley had met, to go visit him in his room. She had not, to this point, done so, but after conversing with the gnome Scanlan she had an excuse. Hurley knew music, and she did not. And if she took something like special care with her appearance, as in an especially pretty (she thought) sundress in purple, that was only polite. She was a guest!

Or hopefully would be. She hadn't considered, before raising her hand to knock firmly on Hurley's door, that he might not be in his room. There was, after all, no real reason why he would be.

She finished knocking anyway. If he wasn't in, she'd just try again later.