"Is this one of those, 'Oh look, a mysterious place, I am going to show blatant disregard for life and limb and explore' wandering into dungeons, or an accidental 'Emma I didn't do it' dungeon?" she asked. "And I didn't hear from you for more than one week - we last spoke when you were getting a rash from all the honesty."

She hadn't been worried, that would be tacky. Except that she knew graduation and its typical nonsense was coming up, so, yes, she had been worried.

Not that Emma was going to say any of that here.

"So don't you pout at me, Mr. Priest. I may not yell, but that doesn't mean I don't have other tricks up my sleeve."